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Serenity

John Stoddart

I learned that the paths of eros are endless, I do not know how, but the bodies are heard and exchange information in code . While I'm here waiting, I recall your eyes, a sense of belonging and attachment I feel towards you. I think back almost a year ago and the empty desperation again clouded her vision.

Fear, without the echo of your voice, filled me with cosmic loneliness. I waited so long before you take that when I left, Michael, I did not know what I would do. I wanted to at least three thousand answers to my questions, but the call was simply special, the feeling became stronger than pride and resentment. I wanted to tell you that I could not stop belong to you, but I could not say anything. I was in a trance, the soul weighed, Time seems to expand. I was returning in my borders and my mind was back to silence.

You and K. you have become my family, my home, but the involvement still does not allow me to describe my point of view.

I never had a problem telling me, just ask and I answer, no embarrassment. That is the feeling that I never find enough words absorb the quality of life and explore the love overwhelms me with a force that I do not want to voice. Love grows in depth, in areas that no one knows or has ever suspected, an immense amount of moves energy, forces, disturbing and dark, fertile emotions to break up. Tell how much your presence is important, emotionally important, it is quite out of my ideas. are protective of the sentiment that animates our family, we are parents and lovers, slave and Master, my sister ... and beyond rationality and consciousness, our relationship is not well identified using channels. A glance, a smile, a hand touched, sending very specific input and can create strong associations and clear. Whatever happens, I know I can count on you, but which still survives, is that despite the obvious signs of this choice few can understand.

Just a moment ago, that the desire will fuel the tension, but I got cold. I'm here, look, and the plan of lime keeps me company. The smell makes the skin vibrant, silence and peace of waiting to fill my body atmosphere. I know that there is nothing deeper than the skin, through the senses, the past returns as a ghost.

I felt like crying.

I know I'm tied to you without restraint, the waiting makes me still. I tell myself to stop shaking, but the silence buzzing in my ears, the rest of the thoughts flowing on fund without attracting my attention. I just feel ... just the world of things that belong to us.

Today is a day I hear, mostly complete, connected with the rest of the universe.

The evening continues, sitting at the round table, look K. to get and I think we, as a three-component perfect life of a single circuit.

(Michael and K.)

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A thousand times have you tried my eyes a thousand times and have found them. A kind of dance fever at the very idea of \u200b\u200bwhat your whim.

You had to do it now, get close, block your view and do what he wanted.

"My sweet little girl, come on, against the wall," and I accompanied her at the point where my knees were opened, including a leg and a expanse, revealing the satisfaction of a passage.

the tone of your voice you gave up, "... from Owner," you muttered something, a message from the Lord in an English tenderly trailing a bit hesitant 'on vocals. You kept staring, eyes incredibly bright, and with a slowness that you already know, woman-faced girl, you've done away with one hand under her dress.

fascinated with the air, you close your eyes a little, turning up to show the point at which a finger to abuse you.

Little Women, mulberry-scented, with a violence ripping sound of the words continued to stare at while your hand trapped decomposed the features of your face like a shadow.

I had no possibility to reach, bend down on your belly and posarvi cheek, as so often touching you with his tongue. It was amazing how two or three steps had become unbridgeable distance. Semidistesa on the mat, I was able to swing up, all around was wonderful explosion of hemp: white rope, honor our Kinbakushi.

strings resembled to our lives, plots that had been fraying through a mixture of pain and tenderness. The finishing touches nodes had acute precision of a belt of rope that explored the depths, where it sank, the meat was more tender and dark, slowly, every meter rope as if it were stroked your hand. In my deliberate renunciation understood the romance of misery, looking at the tip of my left foot and pivoting saw me stress, I could barely swing myself.

With one leg visibly apart, tied to a bamboo pole, and the other bent, it enhances the strength of a sensual jete on a snapshot. My bust stood, upright, supported by a second stick for a h Ashira ushirodaki trembling flame of your desire. A graceful flower arrangement that only the wind would have decomposed the motion.

We learned the language of every little instinctively drawn ideogram, we spoke a silent language that can disrupt a life.

Only the rustle of swaying tension in the air, impenetrable, lighter than anything, until I flock in a whisper, "you have no message. You you the message. "

In front of his eyes, reaching the bottom of things, my voice low and warm your looking for.

You

bent his head toward the ground and your lips have held a smile.

He seemed to do the best thing in the world, provided me with such conviction that reality seemed upset. There was a moment suspended, in which everything was possible, but you were the only one that could cross the space between us.

kissing, then you have broken the barrier. Your tongue has touched mine. Gently, at first. Then you made when dragged off on my body, beset with a transport that allows anything, I felt myself melt. You were full of the taste of him, a sour aroma and stun that kept us glued mingled cream and saliva, groans and sighs.

you glide over my body, deeper and deeper, until sex, I've opened. Rummaging through the rope and cranny you insinuated his tongue, his hand slipped and I knew there was something that went beyond the air that you were missing, I knew, you were suddenly secure. Play with your belly sticking his fingers, and swallowed bevevi from my cup and I knew, beyond the breath, your heart was crazy.

We were two women, but one body, a single fluid.

Floating saturated enjoyment of pleasure when you come over us. It took a few calibrated movements because they soak your hands. Sex against sex, breast against breast, mouth to mouth, a code instinctive released all restraint and inhibition. We were both the echo of your voice.

(A and Michael K., September 2007)

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kept hearing

kept hearing their cries with short pauses.

K. Lean, close those big hands seemed to break. I felt the rumbling echo of the blood pounding in my brain, the lights flickered as glare, gave an impression terribly sensual.

Exhaustion I crushed under the weight of another body could no longer bear arms. Little by little rushed, more and more sluggish, as if I tisfying.

prayed that the hot breath of the Master Doi take me between the legs, but is channeled and remained stationary, with small streams that refresh the active work of members had piled up.

smelling bodies were imbued with a latent force. Rina, kneeling, was brought back, like a handkerchief and turned dragged heavily on a bed. Unable to contemplate the comings and goings of everyone, through the stiff silk that enveloped his eyes, Rina returned from the languor breath darkly lifting the chest. Basking in the uncertainty of the man who threw the hook in its wrapping groaning, However, keeping his eyes drooping mute and elsewhere, for the man who in the meantime flowed in time with passwords.

Wrapped in joyous aspirations, in another corner of that familiarity, as the thunder tamed ready to transform, and because of the Lords dived every door in my little shop, I was burning with a blazing fire that took Operating in the related arts. The bodies that appeared on top of my limbs seemed to be exaggerated. Like a wild animal always available to me I was little, I flattened, relentless yearning of the evidence of your eyes.

I was wandering of desire when I've grabbed levandomi arms up, almost at the same time, allowing me to be pierced with a friend whose appearance is not good I have allowed to identify. Insured with your wrists at the right hook and then I saw the body of K. invaded, shoulders, upset, encroaching on the frame of a mirror while chasing away the punch of that disappeared inside. And I admired, later still, placed on one side, and was approximated by a worthy successor. Taro, which Strive to mo 'game forage and cool with an abundance that bestial frenzy.

The boy, tired of the preening next to K. In fact, it was driven to begging, demanding that her tender imprimesse landscape and still liking a deep incision.

His eyes became insolent, impassive, blow for blow, leaned his flesh to the rhythm of the chest in stormy crowd of his ass. And it was then, a fleeting shadow of pain that has crossed my forehead that I have reversed the sweetness, and I went lurking improbable gift, drop by drop to Your value. As I hit. While threw me on the edge of insanity as an alternative to raw hardcore that gathered to give me pause: - Enjoy it - welcome to the nourishment of my back pasture.

Mani, languages \u200b\u200band intimate cattle fed me with their liquid.

The pleasure is never diminished power, without resolution, I continued to turn into a frenzied feeling wherever you touch me, I have never been immune from being formed.

fruitful, we wish to be merely the whim of your nature.

(Michael and ties, May 2007)

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Yanaka

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After you left, "back soon" came to refer to K.. It's been a month, I begin to wonder when will that day.

why I came back to Yanaka, once before, there, I had wanted to stop time. It was not a case that has reviewed the garden.

Man I thought, on the stones, while birdsong could be heard in the background is my Phantom for days. Like you.

Your figure appeared on every corner, solid, without notice, "the garden is always a surprise," he said. Contemplating the big chestnut tree behind the temple, I recalled our walk. As if you had gained hand in hand, I crept through the crowd of tourists, the exuberant movement, despite the unpleasant sound, did not change the essence of what it was. A surprising delight, to prevent an uncontrollable humming to conceal the feeling imprisoned. Irretrievable drought has prompted water, starting from somewhere near your ways are back. Standing in the shadows, the feeling was extended, seeped into me like two years ago.

The leaves of the branches trembled touched by the wind, the air was full of their light pop, the stench of bodies crowding the path.

The late afternoon sun posing trunks gave off the smell of wood. The summer is very wet up there, hung in the air at sunset a smell of wild animal. Instinctively, I was immersed in the scent for some time, pressed on the skin, the heat contained in the fabric of the dress responded to the touch of my fingers. I held her hand a little but it would be inappropriate to go, caught by the fear that they were looking at me I have moved without look back. are no longer the same.

on the last months in Italy bears a strange silence, avoiding direct answers and gestures are different kinds of intentions. I know. Delay my reactions, I'm learning slowly to keep the time.

Truth kind that you taught me to understand, "there is always enchanting to look at the trees," showing me the way to get to Yanaka always performs the ritual of the first time. "Trees do not want to reveal everything," you said, "there is still much to discover, the trees have the patience to wait." I savor a deep joy remembering this lesson away with a rush of exhilaration I recapture the meaning of the commandment: honor the wait. With fidelity and tenderness.

(Michael, August 2007)