My first love, you were planting kisses with your tender lips along my jawline, in the shade of your garden, on the shore of the river, when I heard about a party in the city, on the sandy beach with cafés, lights, and music . . . I applied my makeup ready to go out and shine like your bright star but you looked at me, startled, and said with sadness: “You won’t go out like this!” I still went. Without you. I was walking along the promenade, alone, happy to be free, yet missing your steady hand. My dress was too long and my walk awkward so I lifted it up, exposing my legs and I straightened my spine like a model. Soon I caught the men’s haughty glances palpating my appearance with sinful thoughts, swiping away my wondering spirit from the solid ground to the restless sea, nauseating me. Oh no, no, no! I turned my face away from the tempting horizon and allowed my long tresses to weave like sails back to the safeguarding kisses of the one and only, back to you, my love.
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