Rachelbx

You go to the shower half asleep, balance the nudity and the towel, the mirror looks at you impudently; close her countdown, her walk forgets. The shadow, which before admired you lying, invited the light, which now overwhelms your pale limbs, and finally it explodes in a twisted dance embrace. The water will love you, so softly, like a transparent caress He lowered his ornament at his feet. And your hands, considered as mine, secret galleries will pass by. , but, oh, how sad you'll be after.

Near you, all my body It's a greedy tremor, a vacant ground open to your moisture, which becomes mine, explorer of your throats. Wandering in your streets, nursery where you throw the grain, noon of the relentless suns, rebellion of instinct in the imprisoned flesh. Vine blood fermenting in barrels, thunder prelude to the storm, several fingers on your piano. Close to you. But when I come and, in love with you, I exhort and abandon myself, I give everything, I win everything.

I left you in the shower, you were a warm water hug in a lubricant baptism, you were a bold and slippery touch, all the consensus, all the turn. Each hand was a brush that, with a gentle stroke filled my silhouette with the enchantment of a thousand colourless colors, the loop multiplied in the belly and the spine. In front of the mirror, I stand, alone, naked, talking to the other me in a silent language, with the impatience to see you over my shoulder. You will not appear; in my desire your image is a hidden tingling, and once again provocative, I call you.

Un baiser perdu entre les draps: What a floating love, what a kiss! Bird whose erratic flight touches my poplar branches fallen to the ground. No color, no lacrity, no clapping, obscene pen in a light meander, silent, invisible, roaming dark areas of sense. I don't know who let her go, but I suspect it from the paths she follows on the bed, the same paths that someone once walked. An improvised card that this kiss repeats today with a playful spirit. , or is it my desire wrapped in playfulness

I love your nudity because you're naked you're carrying me with your pores, like you do with the water when I'm immersed in your walls. Your nakedness demolished by its heat the limits, opens all the doors for me to guess you, she takes me by the hand like a child lost who in you would leave still his age and his questions. Your skin is sweet and salty that I breathe and that I feel becomes my universe, the creed that nourishes; the aromatic lamp that I light when I'm blind when the desires aboient me dans l'ombre. When you undress me with your eyes closed you have a cup beside my tongue, you have in my hands like a necessary bread, you are inserted under my body plus complete that are shadow. Le jour où tu mourras, je t'enterrerai nu pour que ton empreinte dans la terre soit propre, so that I can embrace your skin on the roads, braid your hair scattered dans chaque rivière. Le jour où tu meurs, je t'enterrerai nu, comme quand tu es né à nouveau between my legs. I'll bury you naked, like when you were born again between my legs..

Days follow one another and you remain, lover alone, without other hands; only yours tremble, and in the night, when embraces weave their nests, and words become purrs, your sex is the uninhabited shelter, the door half open, the fire in the stove, and at hand to touch it.. As if you had laid on the walnut table, the red wine jug of red wine, cheese, bread, roses, crystal glasses, and decorated with inviting colors that the entrance to yourself, and your guest would have confused his way, he, vagabond, you, distant country. You're from here, from this pure moment where everything could be. As time has become soft time has become so gentle, so strict always; it does not fly anymore as before, it has stopped, and nothing, nothing happens in your sphere, always waiting, always looking for footsteps, voices behind the window, and the lover does not come. The candlestick on the table, exhausts watching, and your soul disintegrates. It's not your night tonight, it's a night like so many other nights; the bell tower tells you the slow hours, and every bell beat is a hammer in your brain. You love in the distance, and the caress, already a mental imitation, already a gift of self, is a brief journey in a sea of joy, and the persistence of a bitter taste. Oh, lover, woman, willing and alone, rolling in a failed dream.

In this solitude that increases my thirst for you, my thirst for you, preventing me from absorbing you; in this nakedness, wet and slow, that invents you at my side, without having you; in this offering that consumes my hours of anguish, without being accepted; in this night that will see the perfume of my skin in the air I evaporated; in this bed, which, seen of thee, becomes an inhospitable plateau; in this embrace where I hold thee against me, and that thy embrace, absent, does not complete.. The brève flamme of the bougie dressée sur le chandelier, sur l'étagère, overflowing in the fondue wax, is the symbol of the phallique défiant.. A light souffle escapes from my lips, and immediately the shadow surrounds me; I wait for the firm contact of your hand, and the fierce impulse that floods my entrails.. And I must compensate for the absence of your contact by the dictation of my ghost, consuming alone the same act that I have with you, mon amour, je voudrais consommer.

An ordinary night and deserted arms, a mind populated with hot nudes, the consciousness asleep, the instincts awake, and the skin bursting in silent cries. He dressed it with multiple faces, gathered in cinemas and offices, small squares and taverns, and poured into its hollows the flower of the senses, pressed into a knot of arms and legs. She had no opposition either, she had no help, she a fictitious entity, and he an ardent man, eagerly subduing a naked image, to finish his effort in a solitary rest.. And as the sun's rays filter through the shutter highlighting the profiles in the camera obscura, he senses the disenchantment floating in the morning, and a taste of deep bitterness in his soul..

Undress me your hands slowly over breasts and hips, and slide your fingers diligently between buttons, bows, zippers. Look into my eyes and open my blouse, and unhook the imprisoned breasts, that my desire refuses you nothing, and they are messengers of desire. They open to you like two tender roses, waiting for the tongue on the nipples, and I perceive tremors in my legs, and a scorching air in my lungs.. There is no ambiguity in my offer, it goes to you without shamelessness or shyness, and though tinged with frivolities, it seems always the first time. Wetly kiss my hungry mouth, and make both tongues play in contact, there's nothing I won't consent to, mine is the will, yours the act. In the back there are unusual paths that my hand has never traveled, and from your fingers sprout swirls bristling the skin of my side.. In a brief and delicate shake my blouse off my shoulders; half-naked I am, and on fire, and I raise my arms, which stretch out to you. Stop briefly at the waist, roll me in circular caresses, and explore the rest of my architecture, with frank passage to all my places. Fall the skirt to the feet. , naked at last.. What freedom and independence I feel. There is no hesitation or doubt left in me, only serenity. , and daring. My eyes are fixed on your eyes, and your hands wrap me insistent; gentle touches cause rejoicing, slow frictions come more frequent. Come closer, cover me whole, chain me to you, and open my rose, give me a total kiss, in such a way that results in voluptuous fusion. Stand and receive the double embrace, and by encircling your body with my legs, introduce your fury in one swoop. flooding my inner chambers. The momentum, the moaning and the sweating will tell me that I am yours will tell me that I am yours and you are mine; we will be mutually possessive, like the riverbed and the waters in the river. Translated with DeepL. com (free version)

I want your lips to drink my lips, I want your nose to feel my feminine scent, I want your eyes to guide my instincts, I want your hands to sweat when they touch my skin, I want you to take me beyond time, I want my fingers to play with your nakedness, I want your sex to vibrate, next to mine, and I want to shout your name, even though you're not here, Because I'm hot, look how I tremble, And I want to have you, OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

“I will encapsulate you in my arms. I will not let you go until we both tremble with pleasure. Until I travel all over your body with my tongue, with my fingers, with my lips.”