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Noise started
We both exchanged words.
It was just a simple argument.
But we made noise.
He needed it.
i denied
He asked again.
I said no.
He stopped asking.
It was raining outside.
Strong winds were blowing.
around nine in the evening.
The bulb went off.
Oh, we are in darkness.
It was not just our bulb.
There was a problem outside.
The transformer had a fault.
We were both in darkness.
in our bedroom.
I was afraid.
I hold him tight.
He returned the favor.
He asked again.
I said no.
but I didn't mean it.
I needed it.
He kissed me.
We kissed each other.
intimacy started
I accepted the defeat.
but we enjoyed
until the following day.
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Beautiful! I love it!