EmiilyAdams

Undress in the light, so slowly, That my desire tries to encourage you, and half-uncovering each part We must stop this rush of impatience. Chaque pli est un diable irréverent qui découvre et cache, sans te montrer dans ta splendeur totale, et je dois t'apprécier dans un processus lent et intermittent. Every pli is an irreverent devil who discovers and hides, without showing you his total splendor, and I must appreciate you in a slow and intermittent process.. My eyes must turn into a main combien contraint par la ferveur païenne He will snatch your chemisier d'un seul coup. And in return we shall weaken our limbs, and we shall fall from the heights in convulsion..

I am beautiful, O mortels, like a dream of stone, and my being, where each one has died, tour à tour, is made to inspire the poet an amour éternel et muet, as well as the matter.. I'm sitting in the blue like a misunderstood sphinx, I'm sitting in a snow-white heart, I'm moving the lines, and I'm never crying and I'm never laughing.. The poets, before my great attitudes, that I have the air of borrowing from the most fiery monuments, consuming their days in the study of austerity, for I have, to fascinate these docile lovers, pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:

You came, right? Why the way? Have you seen the disguise of a fake virtue? Did you come across a surprised look, or the hypocritical eye covered his bandage? That your pure nudity offends, soul of haillons or satin dressed, gives the indefinite smile it intrigues more when we do not understand it. Absurd carnival that surrounds us, or is it the puritanism of the village, or is it the brothel of the city. And you two, naked, different, without disguise, without blush, so transparent that you are all frankness, all truth.

Once more I've seized you, I'll love you once more and you'll love me. Your rose will open without resistance, and I'll fill your belly with my essence, explode your fantasy in color while you call me your name and make me yours.. But I won't make you a fleeting conquest that embraces only what the eye sees. The possession of the body is a delirium, plus vite, comme un marcheur rapide: brief moments of penetration, and a few moments of ejaculation; but the marvel of this act is in constant contact: Your skin beside my skin, warm and firm, without ceasing to look at me and smile; and an absolute blockage du mental négligeant chaque ombre absente. The population mondiale réduite à deux amants et une vie; et du temps sans roues, seulement des freins, et avec moi l'offrande de tes seins The population mondiale reduced to two lovers and a life; et du temps sans roues, seulement des freins, et avec moi l'offrande de tes seins. We shall all be suspended in a world beyond the senses, a disembodied world in which everything is soul, with passion always alive, but still.. How the eyes will speak to the eyes, open the last locks of the hidden and nebulous zones, where other roses have faded. Now, we will demolish the curtains, and the light will reach the corners, showing the most intimate objects, in all clarity and without secrets.. C'est comme ça that you hug me in my arms, c'est comme ça that I wait for you, C'est comme ça that you must love me, c'est comme ça that I love you.

Requires touch, touch, and a kiss from the opposite sex in an exclusive bond; But sometimes it requires a counterbalance of a third party in the embrace. Oh, the triangular beauty of the bond that unites man, lover and stranger, to the one for love, to the one for sex, in a simultaneity that deceives no one.. And the charm of every woman, to grant a mutual transfer of pleasure, upon a bed that three share without interference.. Who is more expert in the stealthy arts of satisfaction in pleasure, than the woman who sees her own parts while exploring the skin of another woman? And what better education or school For the inexperienced man (isn't it all? ), to observe what is revealed there of finesse, of fervor and manners? There will not be two, even if they could be, active and shameless participants; can the third stop to see it, or just join three lovers. Continuously rotating, intertwined, live, front and back, without taboos inhibiting the senses, uniting the innocent with the perverted. I'll invent my kisses on kisses That she left in you, with the flavors that she herself left in my mouth, but only you will perceive my tremors. And thy kisses shall fall upon the way which she herself printed when she caressed me; and they shall bring her fragrance, but thy offering shall be better, because thou hast her love for me.. And the jealousy? Can you untangle your tangles? When the time comes where the purest union is shared, will you be the one who loves to behold or the one who weeps? I love thee sweet, sensual, tender, lascivious, and I will love thee with the imprint of a woman; but with the same imprint on my living skin,

I am the woman who impudently kissed the area of your belly, your nipples, which rolls a spring of sensations that before you I had not imagined. You are the sea, I am the cliff, burst in me your fury of emotions penetrate my wet corners the sweet intensity that I have foreshadowed. Let your voice caress my ear with this languid and sensual ringing, of bell in the twilights wounded. The last remnant of modesty already erased, double for me at all costs, and hear me moan shaken. Without being with me you were with me, shadow of skin on my naked skin; The darkness saw you, intimate and silent, from my closed eyes to the shelter. My hands or yours? I chase you through my body it binds me your touch on the waist becomes acute filigree the tongue in the navel. Crew of my ship in these seas, which are not yet, because they are open, familiar, even if I know a compass and a desire. Raise my sails, fill my hold, make me sail between your thighs, it happens the hurricane rolls irrational. The storm has massively unleashed in discharge of rains and cracks; desire gasping in the senses It is a panther devouring with lust. The fleshly night dies, and at dawn The sounds of calm fall asleep, and the mind traces the routes that will have to be repeated in an extra hour. Words defeated, slowly They lie on the phone. We feel an enchanting peace on both banks. Two women loved each other from a distance; and perhaps there is more in each room than a slight tremor in the knees.

Once more I've seized you, I'll love you once more and you'll love me. Your rose will open without resistance, and I'll fill your belly with my essence, explode your fantasy in color while you call me your name and make me yours.. But I will not make of thee an ephemere conquest that embraces only what the eye sees.. The possession of the body is a delirium, plus vite, comme un marcheur rapide: brief moments of penetration, and a few moments of ejaculation; but the marvel of this act is in constant contact: Your skin beside my skin, warm and firm, without ceasing to look at me and smile; and an absolute blockage du mental négligeant chaque ombre absente. The population mondiale réduite à deux amants et une vie; et du temps sans roues, seulement des freins, et avec moi l'offrande de tes seins The population mondiale reduced to two lovers and a life; et du temps sans roues, seulement des freins, et avec moi l'offrande de tes seins. We shall all be suspended in a world beyond the senses, a disembodied world in which everything is soul, with passion always alive, but still.. How the eyes will speak to the eyes, open the last locks of the hidden and nebulous zones, where other roses have faded. Now, we will demolish the curtains, and the light will reach the corners, showing the most intimate objects, in all clarity and without secrets.. C'est comme ça that you hug me in my arms, c'est comme ça that I wait for you, C'est comme ça that you must love me, c'est comme ça that I love you.

The bandage of the eyelids rests faintly above the eyes; the serene gaze is interior; The mane Clings to the shoulders, loose and soft. A rope surrounds her figure on the bare and trembling breasts; and the nipples stiff and pointed, The living harpoons are miniatures. Air of abdication, of conformity, His body contains a deep sensuality; and in his concentration, no one steals from him the voluptuous magic of the moment. A man with firm and dense eyes appears behind him, silent; and delicate and vigorous at the same time with both hands, the rope is stretched. Shaken and voiceless, this woman It seems the soul is cold, but inside it's a river poured in waterfalls of pleasure.

Your swinging breasts rain on me, slipping into the thigh cavity. The pleasure, on the tip of the feet on the body, burning a hidden path. There is a dream of lips on the belly, of wandering lips, fresh with shade and moisture, like leaveless rose wings at dusk. And you drag ripe cherries through invisible grooves, on the skin of the chest, to the bare neck, bracket of nard on the cheeks, for the mouth alternative fruit. They clumped in a sudden beat in tumult, red of blood in a restless heart, convulsions around violent sexual intercourse. Sofa, woman, in fluctuations, reciprocal impulses, that in your bowels I must entrench myself, and towards you, in captivity, I am catapulted.

Flaming wavy hair raising its head in a red cloud; a tide of heat rises under the skin of a travelling lily. You close your eyes and see him beside you; you open your eyes and see him absent; and you decide to close them, and you abandon yourself entirely to his care. The palm of an unlimited hand shakes on your elongated breasts, and a tree with shaking roots In your interior it unfolds its casket. In the belly, in the arms, in the neck, a wake of succulent fruits releases the hunger for feelings, in a confused and erotic indignation. Dry your mouth, choked by groans, is unable to pronounce his name; He has no voice or face, he's just a man, just a shadow in a forbidden pleasure. How you crack with desire, alone, without receiving help; offering of a naked woman, Juliet alone, without Romeo.

Souls of steel do not know how to cry: They raise, sink, attack or criticize; Tears that do not, purify; Don't repress them, let them roll. Smiles are notes of the song of life, bells that ring; but crying is silence, it explains loneliness, sadness, and regret. Pain has deeper roots than joy, and thus the unhappy feeling with more severe intensity. If feeling is living, he who falls in love, who cries the more, the more he loves, will be the one who has true life..

Before dawn, even dogs do not bark, Traffic does not wind either, nor the moon, stubborn nightbird, slumbers in the diffuse and quiet clarity. These are hours of underground silence, and the immobility of the tomb, behind the dream, lying on the intimacy of darkness. And I leave, but I can't find you, so alone in this dark room, the other side of my bed is so cold, so far from your body, so naked.. And I accept my hands follow the same path on my skin, naive and bold, that followed yours. What loneliness of the sad dawns, traveler without you in the night in flight, only with the imagined caress that takes refuge in my trembling fingers. Your presence inevitable assaultes me and in a disincarnate embrace, it makes me fall asleep, my back curves, and I feel floating like foam. Oh, my sea, my inexhaustible tide, take me once more. So much resignation It crushed my bones of memory, and all in me without strength collapses. How dawn approaches and you do not come, continuity of the nocturnal desertion, following weeks to days, then months perhaps, and perhaps never; with thirst for you, with tearing hunger, with despair and anguish.. Black is the night of your absence, black, and waking up without you, what a misery.

The rustling of silk awakens me releasing the effervescent skin, and between my fingers the trembling tangles with an absent hand, soft and bold. Fingers that know how to trace the paths that the most expert traveler ignores, and in a spiral of slow swirls manufacture the languid and precise touch. And when they bend their backs, they stiffen the tip of their breasts, offered to the invisible lovers, who seem to remain indifferent or asleep. Oh, the nakedness of the belly, soft and warm, the tempting humidity of the thighs, the curved and pale hip line. Far-away hands, where are you now? Don't leave me in the loneliness of touch, that there is sadness in pleasure without help; give me company and touch, even if you come with your inexperience,