Gabriela and her umbrella (scene II)

     
You know what? I love to follow Gabriela  
Walking in the street with her umbrella  
This story could be transformed as novella  
Where we find mozzarella and citronella        
  
Scene II : Gabriela, her umbrella and her jean
 
When she wears her jean and baskets with her purple shirt  
And a leather black vest, you could imagine this show
Is less exciting! It is not true, I could testify to it!
 
I like to see her model's walk, her jeans marrying its most  
Secret forms and I imagine then, through the cloth, her parts
Most intimes and I am very excited, her nice buttocks dancing
 
She goes across the park, under the rain and when she stops  
To watch the nice view, because I am concentrated on the dances  
Of her ass, I push lightly Gabriela and to avoid she falls down
 
I must take her in my arms, whisper in her ears near my mouth :  
"Oh, excusez-moi de vous avoir bousculé par inadvertance,
mademoiselle Gabriela, vous qui êtes si jolie, je vous aime!" (*)
 
 
(*) "Oh, Sorry to have knocked down to you inadvertently,
Miss Gabriela, you who are so pretty, I love you!" [/font]