Imagine Mona bending over the same table

From the entrance of the reception hall, when I enter, Mona is in the hall with a song that I do not know. Mona is dancing. The hall was spinning. His hands were fluttering. The time of the attack was boring. I wandered for hours in the guests' house. I did not want this. I went to the kitchen and quietly opened the refrigerator. Anyway, it was my grandfather's house. Unidentified cans arrived in the refrigerator. One or two baklava pastries took the sweets of my whole blood. Mona sugar deposit came to the kitchen. I looked out of the room in front of her husband's kitchen I went to Mona, but I picked up the glass on the table in the middle of the kitchen and went to drink water. Now I was far from my eyes. Come, come into the trap, now Mona was closer, we were hiding from the eyes, the air between me and her was thick, I attacked, I glued her to the sink and put her lips in my mouth, and my hand went over her neck, fluttering when I let go, all the tension trembled. The cream was clinging to his thick black legs and he was sleeping in his warm and slightly wet shirt. I poured water on my tongue and knocked out of the kitchen. My eyes were looking at me for years. My face was watery. The eyes that look at you are talking about what they are talking about. From a suspicion of a hidden feeling, the street lights are shining. In the darkness of the city sky. They do not have eggs either, so they made shadows on the walls