Nurture of your kind, with strong, delicate senses, the soul-oriented, the dreamers, poets, lovers are always superior to us creatures of the mind. You take your being from your mothers. You live fully; you were endowed with the strength of love, the ability to feel. Whereas we creatures of reason, we don’t live fully; we live in an arid land, even though we often seem to guide and rule you. Yours is the plentitude of life, the sap of the fruit, the garden of passion, the beautiful landscape of art. Your home is the earth; ours is the world of ideas. … Continue reading Nurture yourself …

Let me love you in my own way, in my being, deep inside of my soul, you know. Do not ever force me, I will do everything… ♡ Continue reading Let me …

His voice had a fruit smell that woke me the hunger. He approached the tropical eyes of mine, my infinite icy contrasting with that hot infinite, his infinite … The desire to decrease the distance nonexistent — let me in, let me be a part of you — His white fingers went through my hair, putting it behind my ear. The touch, a chill, the connection… He took my lips to dance, as if there was a concrete wall between them, at first resisting. The gross movement, the force with which his mouth molded mine, suddenly we were together, and … Continue reading Days with him…