I Want To Hold Your Hand

We walk across an empty street.
It's dark, but, as we walk, the sun rises.

You are on my left. 

The ground is made of stone and it looks like the ground of a Pueblo Mágico.
You stop close to a crack on the ground. 
Looking at it, I realize it is a cracked drain strainer. 

You say something funny about it. 

You say it is a breathing hole to travel to the future. 

We cross the street.
I know we still have our own businesses, but I take your hand.
Immediately I think you will freak out, but you don't. 

I remember you telling me, a long time ago, that you don't like to shake hands with nobody. 

You look at me and you say something funny. 

I just desire to tell you how much I would like to travel to the past for meeting you. 

I am so astonished.

I feel your bare hand and I try to remember how many times I wanted to hold it and how many times I thought of the characteristics of your hands. 

I look at your hand, while I hold it. 

It's so small and it has a few little hairs on it. 

Your fingers are sort of fatty. 

Your nails are not painted with any kind of chemical.

Definitely, it's not the same hand I remember, though it has some characteristics of the one I remember.

I adore to touch it.

It's sort of a priceless treasure to me. 

I sigh and you smile.
I want to say something smart, but I feel so impressed by you.
I feel like a teenager having his first date.

Suddenly, as I look at you and I see your almond-shaped eyes looking at me, I know we're walking to your apartment. 

Also, I know why we're goin' to your place. 

We're goin' to get laid.

I sense the excitement of being about to have sex with you for the first time. 

It seems we just ran away from our jobs to do so. 

This excitement is not sexual and violent. It's not romantic neither.

It seems we're just goin' to satisfy a biological need. 

A few steps in front of us, close to a newspaper stand, another couple walks. 

We see the girl from behind.

It's about to dawn and we see her so clear.

The girl wears a small skirt, like those that professional tennis players wear.

The skirt is transparent, so we can see her underwear.
She wores a white thong.
It's so obvious that we can't ignore her.

You say something funny about it, like "it's so hot", and you smile. 

I think your so smart and funny.
You could have referred to the weather or to the woman.

I can't believe it.
We have a close relationship.

I'm still holding your hand. 

I feel so shy.

We're about to have sex.
And you agree with that.

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