William Bouguereau - After the Bath 1875
As on other occasions waiting for your arrival, yet no one could see the train and step by step on the pavement of the quay punctuated my expectation. Emotions of loneliness, lens, light is now off dispersed in the sunset. On that night there be the deep desire for you.
You know me no more reward, nor fresh water lake, nor the busy hum of the village, only to get your heart takes me.
In the saliva of the time the desire to enjoy your presence, like a mist, strong, insistent, evening enveloped me. Inside a steam tender anxiety gripped me, bored of life was simple, but already I was hungry and thirsty, your lips of hunger, thirst of your kisses.
Sete impure, but naive and immense, I caught sight of the soil of life, like a silent scream scratched my quiet, the silence and you vanished off the train already runs through the rows of our vineyard, of our love. You had big eyes, a shy and hidden sweetness, no part of me lost your pace, slowly abbozzasti a smile, wide and two thin lines dug your eyes, simple catturami was so instinctively. In that brief space between the lake and sky, I realized how I need you, there was something new girdling, I had no malice, nor ambition, only underwear and a tumultuous storm. I saw my horizon, I embraced her tenderly, your lips rested on mine, the warmth of your body already slipped through my veins, my eyes involuntarily died on soft forms of your hips.
My mind was naked, speechless, standing in front of you at the mercy of my love, I curled up in your arms, you taste the flavor was a lake, shore, we walked house until dawn to make sure that we would close in my dreams.
