When we make love, I feel that all our body wakes up, then we have no past or memories ... We concentrate on the skin feeling the rhythmic waves of blood, the grim darkness of the earth, the vessels without ties, the lava of the volcano, hoarse voice that whispers words without meaning ... (silence) Making love is to replicate and shorten the wings Flight, violently crushing the earth with our weight, is confined exactly to the limits of our own design, without leaving an inch of
that outline everything imprisons and contains ...
close my eyes and feel explosions in my body I do not want to go, I have no ending, I wish to flee paths inward. The desire to be very tight network fabric that does not allow the fish to flee. That pinched living in movement, glistening. To do down the stars, the stars bring light in each cell. I despair and I want the sky falls ... Making love is like turning the caresses and the senses in something new and perhaps unknown. You see for the first time, heard for the first time, playing for the first time, smelling for the first time. Feel for the first time a bittersweet love that every time is the first time as starting the day and the seasons begin ... When we're together I feel it is multiplied a thousandfold everything beautiful, magical, the good, creative . It is divided all the pain ... (slope) The dangerous feeling of descending to the bottom of the ocean and the clouds and jellyfish dizzy ...
an enormous curiosity to know the beautiful seeing another body, because what makes it beautiful is what it feels like, making it vibrate, quiver, what makes you feel ... is that making love is beating death relegated, lose the fear and respect ... is to believe and get rid of the habits and prejudices in order to be children again.
Loving allows us to put both hands to stop all arrows were fired. Knowing that the door is open, but we were ... (invitation that made you sleep on your chest) And we'll stay because
the love we need and what we need, because the encounter of two beings who love the miracle, the most difficult the most important ... (sigh) We could simply fold
around without seeing each other, looking away, distracted ... or have passed at different times in the same place, or they never last ... And we had not found. Had to be a "something", a divine command, a well studied coincidence, that, among the hundreds of millions of people around the world, you and I agree about the
place at one time ... (The sky We took a picture of that day)
And you knew ... and that I knew. For some time the two knew ... sometimes, perhaps, that making love is always a premiere, like falling in love, not up, fly to the stars bring them to our country but imperfect, for stars to produce the bright fire, the purifying fire that transforms the meat around the sky ...
♥ I love you
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