The Tale of a dream.
Part
Long time I did not cry, you cry only when the feeling of loss is unbearable or when one is able to feel the beauty or ... when as now one feels the king of creation.
denuded Seeing you there in front of me ... I had to force myself not to fall apart at your feet.
Your look was different, you had a mocking expression between erotic tease, with a fire and a delivery that were unknown to me.
stroked while your body with a sinuous movement of your hips. Your voice i nsinuante whispered
"Everything you see is yours. Take what you want and however you want-
When I wake up that everything is a dream but this dream ... it was doing what he had so often dreamed.
One of my fantasies was contemplating your body from all sorts of ways to save on my mind all your beauty. It was like an erotic photo shoot so I still feel I wish tapping the beat with great violence on the part of the brain where you store the passions and emotions. The desire became so unbearable that I could not hold my hands that longed to touch your skin and drink your lips to intoxicate my senses.
My mind and my body I made love with the force who give so much time dreaming about craving: sweet and wildly stroked and bit your breasts and from your beautiful hair down your toes there was not a corner of your body that I do not kiss and caress with tenderness,
sore mouth when I took a break ... my fingers took over and again walking very slowly and gently treat your back from your neck to the end of your hips, mime course do my tongue again and I felt so happy loving you slowly, bit by bit, at the touch of my fingers on your skin and your pleasure perceived as a cold shivering. With you I felt like my body was vibrating in your compass
I held you tight and feel your breath burning my face.
I heard you whisper - I swear that ... never, never gonna let you slip.
I forget the time spent waiting and I believe you. With the sound of your beautiful voice every fiber of my body quiver and harden as if you hold me through a straitjacket and deep inside me I'm wondering that this must be love, true love and I replied saying yes to love is to have your breath with my heart and realize that the other sounds in the world ... are off.
The enjoyment was alternated with the agony because in the end it was all one thing something like a huge shock that testified to the terrible coherence of the universe where the meat looking for pet meat or even excessive scratching in passion, all obey the same impulse blind.
This is my dream ... and I drank your love and passion until the forces plunged us dazed and sweaty.
While the heart hit me with an intensity unknown, I am aware that what is happening to me can happen to one who visits him happiness.
a happiness in urgent need of nothing. It is as if the sky was gray and lifeless this afternoon I was rewarded by a debt to me for many, many years.
While looking at each other we hugged each other and soon the torpor of the senses became a leaden dream in which we do not leave together.
When you wake up to see that reality is very different but the dream ... was a delicious dream.
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