by Milo ManaraMay 2008 make all your wishes come true...
pole dancing...
last night
'Aphrodite' by Milo ManaraBlonde... she was blonde and sweet... And you were so turned on, baby... I love you like that...
The Temple
by Serpieri You smile at me, after another sip of red wine in bed, and tell me to close my eyes... I feel you moving, your skin always in touch with mine, and something fresh, soft, gliding up the inside of my legs, my belly, my breasts and neck, so slowly, and then you wrap it around my eyes... a silk scarf... I lay there, curious, wondering, while i sense you moving around... I imagine all the things you can be doing... More wine? Maybe just puting on some movie, some other music...
'Ok, you can see now...' and you take the scarf off... candles everywhere, and the red room is now a temple, our temple, and you are my god for the moment. I smile, not believing what i see, still fuzzy from the scarf and focusing on your dreamy eyes... How amazing you are, my sweet lover!...
'Turn on your belly'... and as I do, a smell of coconut oil fills my senses... you let it fall on my back, drop after drop, and your hands are so hot touching my skin... I feel like each of them could grab my whole body... you could kill me with them... and that's just so unbearably exciting... You take your time, and your massage has no other intention than to relax me, to make me feel pampered and spoiled, and I let myself go... There's no other experience as dazzling as being under your touch...
Pleasures
'Masturbation' by Nir HodTonight I invited into my mind and you came, with no resistance to offer. All the smells, the flashes from that red room, the red wine, the red passion... All of them came to me, together with your eyes, your hands, my skin...
For a moment, tonight, I had you again, and the last taste in my mouth was yours... Then I ate our last chocolate, brought from the distant land of dreams, and it felt as to be the sweetest one in the pack...
Packing Dreams
Tomorrow I'll meet you in the centre of the Square, and my heart will beat fast, and our eyes will meet, and I will feel your hands, your kisses, your breathing again... close... so close...
May life be always this sweet, my lover, for I wish not to wake up... Whisper to me...
red wine...
... makes your senses go blurry...
... isn't that nice, when you don't want to feel them anyway?...
wired orgasms
'What are you wearing tonight baby?...''Hmm... not much...'
And so we go, on and on, undress eachother, of clothes and misconceptions on pleasure and morality, until you say your tongue is in my mouth, and your hands are holding mine against the wall, and I loose all sense of reality... I see you in frames. Short fast coloured frames crossing my brain, in between the breathing and the whispering and your slaps on my thighs... I close my eyes to feel you better, to recognize you only from the sweet smell of your skin, the softness of your hair and the strenght of your fingers...
'Baby, your skin is so hot...'
Acceleration and sweat, heavy breathing and my hands nearly ripping off these cushions, and then I can't feel my brain anymore. Only spasms, a heavenly seizure, the fast memory of your face landing on the back of my neck, mouth open, trying to breath...
'Ohh... You really are a dream...'
Phone sex. Love it.
Limitations...
Today i've been wanting you more than usual... because you're sad, and because i'm far, and because it's raining, and i'm cold, and you are cold too...
Last night i could not fall assleep...
I wish my lover had been there, I wish his hands had found me... Thankfully, my imagination is way beyond my control and so I could rely on it to take me there, where you were, wrapped in your sweet scented duvet, dreaming of Venice...
opening the box...
... and so this is the opening of the box... Lucia's Box... unlike Pandora's, unlike one full of chocolates... this one is mine.
From me, to you...
Relax and enjoy...
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