Women..red lipstick and the sea

After she discovered Isla Negra, sometimes she would have said…Please, make love with me, bring me to life, feed me with blue raindrops, with green grass,caress my hips, even for a night, let your sheep to feed on my hips,let them to be, bah bah.I am mounting on u, I lay my breast over your lips, velvet,u pull caressly my hair, u read on my lips at midnight, welisten Nocturne, and even right now u high up a sunrise,red reddish on my lips.
I liked your bed...big, mandru, fara cute, tu, la celalt capat, tacut.
In metroul londonez am admirat pretiozitatea sobra of a typical English woman. Cu bluza neagra inchisa pana la barbie, citind cartile de la oferta. Two for 14 pounds. Mai toate englezoaicele purtau hainele stranse pe corp si negre, pantofii lacuiti, obrajii trandafirii, cu privirile afundate in carti. Doar o pata senzuala de culoare- chinezoaica, foarte frumoasa in bluza ei rosie cu volanase pe sub trenciul maro, cu cizmele inalte infasurand, impreuna cu dresul negru picioarele-i lungi. Motaia, cu buzele rosii aprinse. In vis. Din cand in cand se lovea cu capul de bara de sustinere, caci statea adormita la capatul randului de scaune. si cand se lovea, se trezea. Cu buzele. si ele tremurau zambind. Cu ochii in continuare inchisi. Ma gandeam ca ar putea fi o prostituata fericita. sunt sigura ca exista.
Ajunse acasa cu frigul in oase,ningea,ningea taios, cu fulgi urati,imensi si ei strapungeau pamantul ca niste fulgere, ca niste comete bezmetice.
Fuck off, ce ipocrizie....
Trisase, de data asta, cumpara de la pachi, desi, i se interzisese. We dont feed the pachi,ok Lora?
Intra in camera,peretii de vinilin, reci,lunguieti,nimic intim acolo,nici un lucrusor intim, nici o farama de acasa.Doar sub plapuma era locul ei intim,uneori se afunda sub o plapuma veche, se incalzea si isi imagina ca e cu adevarat cald. Acum venise cu ganduri taioase, intrigante, reci, era toata infasurata in ganduri de tinichea,o strangeau, ii sangera sufletul si nu vroia sa planga.
Cineva o sunase..Tresari...''Come...''
''Where?I cant hear u...''
''Come''' ,simti un fior rece cald pe sira spinarii.Parcaera intr-un vis. ''Come...Come to me if u want....U can come''
''U want me to come....Where?''
''In Bucharest or to the Red Sea''
Aarrr...What u doing?....U can speak to me on the Internet...Se gandi whY should I come? Why should u pay for two days...too much
I need to hear your voice, sometimes...
I sometimes feel U get bored when u see me... What shall I give to u? Nothing. Even in bed I am so poor.U still have two. I have seen her gorgeous gloves.What kind of game is that one? Nobody needed u so much till now, right?Or because I smiled so deeply once. I leaned my head over my shoulder and I laughed.
I liked that bed. I am tired.I am kissed under the snow and I dont feel nothing.
Se ridica incet din pat, montruozitatea pietrelor cresteau nervos in ea si se rostogolea peste tot in interior, ca intr-un Moonriver si se indrepta spre baie.Aprinse lumina stiind parca …Isi lasa capul pe spate, odihnindu-se, tandru, inchise ochii, dupa care se uita adanc, in timp ce isi prinse parul la spate, gingas. Asta trebuia sa fie. Avea buze pline,voluptoase, si sprancene bine arcuite,chiar in sinea lor.Cam atat.Sufletul nu-l mai vedea, si el obisnuia sa fie arcuit, tipator.
‘’Esti ca taica-tau’’, si ii prinse intre sprancene privirea albastra, rece, de gheata, de dispret.
Dupa ce descoperise Isla Negra, uneori ar fi spus…Te rog, fa dragoste cu mine, invie-ma,oblojeste-ma,hraneste-ma cu apa vie cand imi mangai mijlocul…chiar si pentru o noapte, pune-mi oi peste solduri, lasa-le sa behaie. Ma ridic dreapta deasupra ta, iti aplec sanii pe buze,matasosi, ma tragi de par duios,imi citesti pe buze pe intuneric, ascultam chiar si Nocturne, chiar acum cand iti scriu mi-ai inaltat un rasarit parguind pe buze de pe buze in ape dulci.
After she discovered Isla Negra, sometimes she would have said…Please, make love with me, bring me to life, feed me with blue raindrops, with green grass,caress my hips, even for a night, let your sheep to feed on my hips,let them to be, bah bah.I am mounting on u, I lay my breast over your lips, velvet,u pull caressly my hair, u read on my lips at midnight, we listen Nocturne, and even right now u high up a sunrise,red reddish on my lips,from your lips,moistered.
PS.Alice e frumoasa
petite
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Saturday 9 May 2009 - 03:11PM (PDT)