Pedro's feelings toward his wife Candida worsen day after day,
He's getting colder in the bed even it's his style of fantasy,
No matter how expert Candida is to harden his body.
It's just so odd but he wishes she didn't notice the difference,
He's so guilty admitting to his conscience...
But the desire, the longing to enveloped Carlota in his arms,
It's getting hot and hotter that it burns.
His brain,heart,body and soul,
No matter what he's going to do to ignore.
It's like music of his choice,
He can't resist her golden voice.
Can't help to move his body to the beat,
He shake real good to eliminate the heat.
At this moment its Carlota who's the best dancer,
He want her so much as his dance instructor.
He think about her improvement full of wonder ,
Carlota is like a Beyblade or Mighty warrior.
To be continued...
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