Milkmanbook: Essays

I love you. I love you palchikov feet from the tips to your long blond hair. I love thee to do massage, touching only bumped to the back of thy smooth podragivayuschimi fingers. I love when you weasel of these vzdragivaesh and pokryvaeshsya murashkami. I know at this point you want me, you want us to even for a moment are one. I love you - his first man, his inspiration and joy, their pain and fear, their tears and their happy laughter gruffish after a quiet ohnesh you under my lips, and the able hands Sometimes at night I wake up and look out the window, and then to you. Over the moon window, and the cold wind blows. In our warm and comfortable bed, you lie in it, my tired treasure. Glazhu tvoja person, your hair, razmetavshiesya on pillow, I see how you sleep through smiling when I cautiously and gently, as if roses, generally lips.

Now I want so much to remember that it was between us, everything that I want to remain in the memory forever. It is now, when you sit at work in another room, and I am in the empty office of the monitor to listen to music. I recall to you, many of our evenings and nights. As we dip in the bath together, as you pink sponge namylivaesh me, tenderly touching the inside of the nipple, which is why suddenly harden, tresh back, and I vygibayus under thy such firm, while such a soft hand. Then you always opuskaeshsya in front of me on his knees to wash my stomach, inner surface of the hips, pink kolenochki, ankles, feet ... And when you podnimaesh to me their dark eyes in long eyelashes, I always hear tvoja armchair "love".

Often, when you shower principal, I visit to the bathroom, sit by and watch as you kupaeshsya. How confident are you insane with a whole afternoon's dirt and dust, then to be next to me in bed. At this point you are so perfectly folded, I seem deity descended from heaven, the most beautiful man in the world. I look at the твои smooth legs, chest, slightly covered with hairs, the chocolate cups nipples on tvoju neck, ears, hair ... And so I am pleased to know that you - my nichey and more.

And how you love me at night? As Mother not until I have no faults in paradise, yet all over the body does not shed sweetness and languor. Almost always you start with the fact that someone my face, took him into their palms. You spent my ears and neck, then lower spuskaeshsya to admire my youngest elastic chest, kiss her countless times, and posasyvaya sosochki by lifting view, the full admiration and passion, I read a person like me is well with you and that I I want more.

You always feel, what I want, my desire predugadyvaesh. And sometimes request to tell you what I feel, as I prefer, and zavodishsya of my voice when I say to you what I weasel of you waiting. C ih beloved and cherished delicacy for pleasure has been, and remains, which gives me your elastic tongue and hot, walking in my body, penetrating everywhere, and where it was not expected, caressing every cell of my body, so skuchavshego for thee and thy touches. Here it is circulating near the eyes, and the next moment has great moves finger legs. And I lie, squinting from the pleasure of a cat until it is not stranger enters the holy of holies - wherever triangle of dark hair hides love with the gentle flower petals - "rakovinku", as you are talking. And then I stop to be Mrs., which embraces a dedicated fan, I vygibayus thoughts and pray you do not stop those you care, postanyvaya of impatience, turning you in my sole owner and potentates. When they no longer have the forces to deter accumulated warmth and affection, I have for some time zamru muscle tensions and legs, you will realize that is about to witness again stanesh short of death and resurrection of its women. I uvyanu and flourishing, and sverknu pogasnu like Star, which tells need to have the desire. Fireworks my bliss will not subsided immediately, and long in my eyes you will see glimpses of it, and then I ulybneshsya and improving sleep on pillows.