In your pain we have come to know each other. It has frozen you, withered you. In my love you have been able to relive your bitter story and thus free yourself, be reborn. So many times you have immersed into the well of bitterness and when you returned, I was there at your side. A little more light awoke within you each time around. The shadows recoiled slowly across the foreground. It was my joy to see your relief and gratefulness.
Your image shines in my memory. Dark haired, wild, sweet, innocent, fragile. Your firm body surrendered to my hands. With your beautiful breasts you provoke me. Our bodies merged. You touch yourself because I want it. Your surrender, your pleasure, your liberty of being woman before me. I dive into your sweet mouth, contemplate your face, happy and sublime in the joy of loving and feeling loved. I dive once again to drink from the waters of your beauty gleaming before my eyes.
The fire of pleasure burns painless, covering my body and overflows my heart. Your being and life shine before me, merged into me in the light of another world, heightened and pure. We are light in the light, the joy that moves me, love that fecundates my being and yours.
The light bounds from your body like a spring that swells and overflows from the bosom of the Earth. Your face, your heart and your womb glow. I bask in this light, I melt into it.
I lay my head upon your heart. The sun of love that shines there ignites my love. Your purity, innocence and generosity overflow inside of my being.
I remember without remembering. In the mists of a faraway time comes the certainty that we have been so happy together… I do not know where, nor when or how. But it is as solid as a jewel. I rest in this certainty that sustains and nurtures me. Love remains, impelling forward, recreating our encounter.
Your dark beauty dazzles, fascinates and captivates me. The joy of our meeting is like a fireplace in my memory. Cracking, heating, illuminating. A fleeting instant that is never ending. You are alive inside of me. Indigenous, sweet, wild, delicate as a flower. You deliver yourself like a woman child, innocent, ardent, eager, pure. Your beauty shines, scenting my being with sweet perfume. Oh sweet longing of the past that continues alive in me…
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