ANNA

The night before was a dream. It was as if I got trapped in the nets of this man who handled that saxophone so well that I had moments when I thought what it would have been like to be in its place? How could those hands have caressed me like that? What senses would those hands awaken in me? These sinful thoughts did not give me the peace I needed but ignited in me fantasies that had long since they died.

My body woke up to life every time I looked him in his hazel eyes, and ...