light of bare elegance of feelings
Bouguerau William - The Wave (1896)
few steps and then he would see. Already at the door waiting to meet him, a shy electricity in the shaking. He loved his refined manners, almost aristocratic, his presence, he loved his voice hoarse and quiet.
He was polite, thoughtful, decisive, his safety made her feel at ease, a lady A woman desired, sensitivity and sensuality.
sipped brandy, speaking of their being together, he threw himself at the window looking beyond to the lake, sitting on the couch embroidered her thoughts, breaks studied the gestures of the man who loved, knew it was a dangerous love, suffered, but claimed not to feel anything if a woman rocking in her full womanhood, as she felt gratified when she was with him. The wait in the calm of the studied and devoured him gnawing, leaving her at the mercy of sweet wishes.
surprisingly good at finding content, the right words, the images are sharp, for introducing it in the labyrinth of pleasures, so the wait was becoming tenuous craving.
Looking at her suddenly said-I want you know, I can not resist - she had no answer, he felt only a strong force, a hidden desire led her to stand up and almost involuntarily began to undress, the left her clothes one after another, as if they were kissing lost, dropped the last silk corset and felt helpless, elegant and ready to pleasure.
was so that the fragrance of her body , its forms, those hips slender and white, full of subtle and tender sensuality, murdered his mind. Soon he left her cold and abdicated in the light of security his wife. The desire to flush their bodies, greedy and greedy, caresses read sailed the meat, the burning thirst it made. Both sought the precipice, without rest, with eyes, lips, fingers, navigated the delicate corners of their skin was a deep sea storms.
She felt dominated, scrutinized, to be loved , tossed in the mud, naked and violated inside.
He had enough of his body, but he wanted to steal the mind,
snatch the intimacy of his hidden thoughts,
elegant light of his soul.
Vain, sipped the moment of his fall, the thud of his obscene performance, was his, but he could not admit he loves her.
He wanted to drown in burning desire to see her, clung to the sides like a bird of prey to enjoy it with pride, with the voracity of instinct men wanted to kidnap his flesh, kill his inner shyness. Feel in control, pushing her damn sure the abyss of pleasure, this time was sure to have violated, stained, its elegant interior until his damn deep intimate the human soul. Satisfied with how much more stupid can search for the blind pride of a man, thought to have won in love, having loved the sublime without innamorasi, he had everything he wanted without getting involved as well.
She had left deep strip, had been left burning, had given all of herself and the rest of the post, when the senses satisfied ease the body and heart, he returned to smile again was another woman, was not on the throne and was not in the mud, his maturity as a woman who knowingly let the bond of love and hate flowed endlessly. It was she who could give light to the darkest corners of life him, knew him well in his instincts, in his hidden feelings, desires and fears, he knew above all his human frailty.
He thought of not ever fall in love, but it was unknowingly sank in the sea of \u200b\u200blove that woman, only the light of bare elegance of mind of her, her true feelings, his love, had prevented the senseless crashing on the rocks of life.
