Without You

I don't know if I really want to write you something, I don't know if I wish to rememberthe hours of pleasure to your side, I don't know if I really want to digress in you.

Let the silly thing beside, not today, stay in that old corner, it could be better, let forget all.

Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein
Ohne dich
Mit dir bin ich auch allein
Ohne dich

(Rammstein)

Collections

I cannot collect your fragrances, nevertheless I dare to collect your emotions, the percepcion of your senses, the express train to beat of your heart, the trembling of your legs or the intense vortex in your mind.

A full vortex of sensations, stored carefully, in small flasks or in special containers, I conserve here happiness, frustrations, sadnesses, fears and rage, that I catalogue which if was a library.

The smiles they recall me, irony, shouts, tantrums, laughters, tremblings, moans and a long one etc, I conserve the shame of the first encounter with me, the laughters while daringly raised your skirt, strolled for your pubis and get a mixture of shame and desires hug.

Here in this place section of all I conserve them, intact, like my memories, the same way as my life with you.

Holidays

She- Nice Place, don't you?
me - I like it, very much
She was standing in the small balcony with a view to the mountains, covered of a light dress, on the table remainders of a small banquet, cheese and a bottle of Chianti Ruffino.

I approached slowly, enjoying weather, the silence and the beautiful view, the smooth curve of his back to backlight of the sunset, the completely loose dark hair, his fine and long legs, I took her of the shoulders and I began to aspire the delicious fragrance of her hair, trifling and entangling my fingers among her hairs, I kissed her neck I don't know how many times.

We forget the presence of the world, nothing existed, I slid my hands under the dress and I began to caress her smoothly, like who touches a flower and fears to strip it, only the wind, the clouds and the dying sun were extras of our shared desire.

She dropped the dress and thus naked, the dying sun saw her, feverish my hands traveled through her, smooth their chests, nipples straightened up, the open legs yielding the step to their wet sex, we did'nt care an indiscreet look, an eavesdropper or voyeur, who cares that they were delightd with what they look.

I take off my clothes, I placed my member straightened up among his butts while grasped his breasts and bit his neck, rhythmically began to move me, I descended my hand and I began to explore his sex, a wet sex, delicately shaved, ready for the love, I introduced my fingers, beginning to move them slowly.

Alone murmurs of approval, closed eyes, bodies soaked in sweat, wet lips and arranged sexes.

Slowly it was inclining its body to offer me its sex, anxious, she with anxiety, I placed my dick hardened in her sex and slowly I was entering her, holding its hips, in slow cadence penetrating her, only smoothly moans from me and she, only the moon and the stars were visible witnesses of as possessed her.

At the end, shouts silenced by the prudence?, dull moans, semen spilled and sweat in two agitated bodies.

She- there will be seen us someone?
I- and now you worry?, look, if tomorrow someone seeing us or smile to us in complicity, already we will know him.
M- You are an exhibitionist.
I -Who, me?, ok. .., better we go in don't you?
M- Shhhhh, be quiet, somebody could see us
I- ????