Just a little bit longer...

15th Century Astronomical Clock [Old Town Square - Prague]

Here we go again...

Tomorrow I'll feel the smell of your hair, the softness of your kisses and your strong arms around me. I will again have you breathing, hot, on my neck, and I will wake up with your beautiful smile, under the blankets, our bodies coming closer and closer until they are one and the sky will change its colour just for us...

Tomorrow I will have you again. Tomorrow all I've been dreaming of will be a step closer to become reality...

Oh, all these things we are and desire... We are lust and we are dreams, and dreams fade and lust is a deadly sin...

What are the odds?...

Dangerous

Save me, my lover, for today I could kill him.

For all he did,

for all I let him do,

for all I did to myself.

And now he's back and I hate him again.

And I hate myself again.

Take this gun from my hands and drive me to ecstasy till the morning

or I will wake up with blood in my mouth...

Last night...

by Tony Ward

... all my senses were yours, and the memories from last week came back all at a time to make my head spin and my hands wonder... Oh, babe, I wish you could have watched... you like it, don't you?...

I want you so bad...

Delirious

Vanity by Frank Cadogan Cowper

Somedays I believe I am your princess...

Custard, my dear?...

by River Clark

After the Thai dinner I swore to you I knew what was missing, I took you to my favourite dessert restaurant and asked for an applecrumble with custard… something sweet, warm... two spoons… let's see how well you feed me…

We are sitting by the window and passers by have full sight of me, in a busy restaurant downtown… No, my dear, your hands can not go up my legs, feeling my muscles, my tight jeans, all the way to what you wish the most… Have dessert… It will have to be enough for now to satisfy your needs of sugary and wet delights…

I feed you the first spoon and you close your eyes, breathing in to better feel its taste and texture, taking time… When you open your eyes again you seem possessed by the sort of lust that always brings you a different sparkle, and say it's my turn… Fill the spoon and take it to your lips first, lick the bottom of it, and dip it slowly into my watery mouth… I close my lips around the spoon and let you remove it… Your breathing is getting heavier and the effect it has inside me is unpredictable at a restaurant table… Unaware of it, I cross my legs and that brings a smile to your face… The next spoon you bring into my mouth has difficulty leaving it, with my teeth releasing it by bits, and every time I hold it a soft moan comes out of you, an interrupted breath, a split second of tension…

Holding the full spoon in your hand half way between us, eyes locked in mine, I sense a movement, a very tight short intense movement, and I feel it inside…

Ohhh… How do you do this to me?...

The dance went on in slow motion, so silent and contained no one noticed it, as I got hotter and wetter than your spoon filling… In and out of me your eyes took me so close to ecstasy, I think only my consciousness of where we were - brought to me by the noise of a dropped piece of cutlery – stopped the excessive blood flow to all the flamed areas of my body, and when I started sweating and that restaurant window was too much exposure… 'Babe, I'll be back…' … and from the restroom downstairs I brought you on my fingers the taste of your favourite dessert for you to lick…

'Let's have a glass of red now, shall we?...' – I said…

You helped me dress my jacket, wrapped my scarf around my neck and followed me… you were just too out of your mind to answer…

Loosing my freedom

by Milo Manara

I see your frame through my entrance door stained glass, and I open before you knock… There you are, standing, grey scarf and the warmest smile, shaking hands, looking at me as if nothing else existed in the world, a red rose in your hand.

After all the silly childish lovely passion signs, we finally make it in the door and I take you upstairs to my room…

Oh, where to start?...

Your breathing is fast and irregular, your skin on my skin, your warm hands reaching for the right place to touch… Hours to get off our clothes, admiring, recognizing, exploring… more than the first time, more than any other time before… Our eyes looking out for every detail, every change, every sign of the short time passed between the water city and now… No changes, except for more desire, more lust, and maybe a bit more of that scary feeling intimacy brings… the forbidden words, the wish they would suit us, the fear they do…

Now we are naked, now there is no more hesitation, no more to wait for, and you hold my face, looking into my eyes, and I feel you, slowly, hot, hard, coming inside me… We stop and stay there. Eyes. That's all I remember, all that mattered. The waiting turns into madness and the night lasted till the sun was up, coming in through my bedroom window, lighting up your contours, my hair, our sweat, the grey linen… My first orgasm arrived on your lips and then I lost count, lost track, lost sense of time and place, and until I fell asleep in your arms there was nothing else, no one else, no other place in the world…

Oh, lover, turn that airplane around… I'm loosing my freedom...

my heart is out of control...

... because I know you're coming tonight ...

more fear...

Venere by Man Ray

I know we said we'd be free, I know we said there were no ties, no questions, no answers... oh my lover, how long will it last like that?...

Too much red wine, too many questions to ask, too many answers for unasked questions...


Let it be... it's just my mind...

suspirando

by Manara

E estás próximo, cada dia mais próximo… Já te sinto o cheiro e o olhar, e a cada minuto que passa a ansiedade substitui a distância e já só penso nas tuas mãos…

Não te sei escrever nem descrever na minha língua que não entendes, e que já quase nem eu entendo, e que nem sequer nos faz falta. Falamos de outras formas, de tantas outras formas em que as nossas mãos são a voz mais alta, em sussurros, em sorrisos, gargalhadas, e quantas vezes soluços…

Não sei quem és nem de onde vens, nem por quanto tempo ficarás, mas és neste dia o melhor dos sonhos…

Não me acordes… não me acordes… não me acordes…

fear

photo by Saudek

Last night you said there was a word waiting to be told when our eyes meet and there is nothing around except the silence of our souls, with a fragrant fresh wind caressing my hair, a flowery meadow with the impression of infinity, and our look at each other... You said if this moment would come, there would be no need for words, and that you would look only as deep in me as I could allow you to...

I am just terrified, my dear... Absolutely terrified...

Close your lips, shut your eyes, lock all the doors to those words, because my head is not ready for you and my heart is just being digested...

How I wish I was braver now...

a potom jsi řekl...

... Mám Te rád!

pornoleituras

Espero que este livro esteja traduzido em português... absolutamente imperdível... E o blog de Lewis Crofts também:

http://www.lewiscrofts.com/

rien plus a dire

by Milo Manara

Aujourd'hui je ne sais pas pourquoi je t'ai tellement aimé… Tu es toute seule. Et comme ça tu resterais.

J'ai mangé mon cœur pour qu'il ne puisse jamais sentir… même de l'haine…

(im)possibilities

'Lovers' by René Magritte

Last night you told me so many things... So many... Maybe too many...

You made me cry, you made me laugh, you made me wish the world was something else. And nevertheless, it is not.

What a shame...