toller_art @ 2006-10-05T22: 10:00
When I entered the room, he sat in his chair and carefully wrote down his thoughts. He seemed focused, had his horn-rimmed glasses and frowned. It gave me no attention. Finally, I closed the door quietly and crept slowly approached him. The wooden floor crackled while I am on my feet, which were wrapped in wool socks, slowly walked toward him. The nearer I approached him, the more I felt the warmth and security that toward me. Slowly I took my cold hand in his neck, searching for warmth, and tenderly stroked his black hair short neck. You could see a reaction. His two big hands reached for my hip, embraced me and they moved within a movement on his lap. The arms embraced me continue. He positioned me comfortable and I felt the warmth of our touch. His hands were warm as he tenderly laid to me. The wrinkles on his forehead slipped and the attention of his eyes and the rest of his perception of the meaning seemed to be in my possession. Slowly I let my cold hand sliding down his back. It felt weird. A kind of awe through me shudder. We needed no words, the looks that we threw the two of us, spoke volumes. Suddenly, his nose sniffing my neck up, he erduftete my own body odor, which seemed to please him.
then suddenly
suddenly everything was gone. the vision, the illusion, my most secret ideas? yet I could not even implement properly ... No imagination was weitergeletiet, seduced. was all a dream? or the eternal longing that drives me to him? when it will finally be able to be with me? I will never again have such beautiful thoughts?
