Arhīvs priekš marts, 2016

cits mirklis..

Posted in deserti... on marts 28, 2016 by Kerija

..tējas krūzē laiski virpuļoja filadelfa zieds.. viņa atrāva savu skatienu no tā un paskatījās pulkstenī pie virtuves sienas.. tas rādīja deviņas minūtes pār trijiem.. un tam nebija pilnīgi nekādas nozīmes.. jau pēc pāris stundām pienāks rīts.. bija iestājies klusums.. bija atlicis tik maz laika un vēl tik daudz kas nebija izteikts.. bija jāsaprot, ko tā arī atstāt nepateiktu..

..viņas skatiens pievērsās viņa kreisajai rokai, kas bija apskāvusi silto krūzi.. šķita, ka siltums, ieplūda zīmējumā uz viņa plaukstas virspuses un kolibri uz mirkli savicināja savus smalkos spārnus.. zars nokustējās un putns bija pazudis no redzesloka.. viņa aizvēra acis, vairs negribējās neko teikt, jo silts vilnis pārņēma viņas prātu, un viņa zināja, ka pavisam drīz arī viņš sajutīs šo silto apskāvienu un apkārtējā pasaule aizplūdīs kopā  ar krēslu pretim rītausmai..

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shiver remedy..

Posted in apetītes rosināšanai... on marts 18, 2016 by Kerija

..she was nursing his wounds with great care as if he was as fragile as the porcelain tea set she had inherited from her grandmother..

..every time her subtle fingers touched his skin, he felt a mix of great pain and pleasure.. and the latter was so much stronger..

..she caressed down his spine and started giving the tiniest kisses on his bruised shoulder.. feeling her soft lips, made his manhood get harder and harder, and soon enough he was ready to conquer the world between her legs.. but before he managed to do anything she slid her hand down his naked torso, it lingered on his belly, and then there was only a couple of millimeters of fabric between her hand and his hardness that was still trapped in his tight jeans..

after a few seconds it was free of any obstacles and he felt her soft lips and warm mouth embracing it, so that he lost any connection with the reality..

 

 

florentine puff..

Posted in apetītes rosināšanai... on marts 5, 2016 by Kerija
..I am wondering the crowded streets of Florence.. and I feel so lonely.. I entertain myself by looking at my reflection in the shop windows and by looking into the eyes of strangers and smiling at them.. anyway it is so lonely..
..then I imagine having you next to me.. I imagine us talking nonsense.. I imagine you putting my hair behind my ear so that you could look into my eyes.. I imagine us laughing about things that are understandable only to us.. I imagine the ice-cream dripping on the hot asphalt over your hot fingers.. I imagine us enjoying lunch in a crowded restaurant and feeling as if there were just two of us.. I imagine us separating for 20 minutes to buy presents to each other.. I imagine how much I love the book about the french hookers that you give me.. I imagine us kissing while standing in the fountain in the central square.. I imagine you hands looking for the panties under my dress that are actually not there.. I imagine you finding them.. I imagine.. and it is so tasty.. please, don’t apologize!
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meadow brittle..

Posted in deserti... on marts 3, 2016 by Kerija

..he was sitting by the river just looking at the deep blue water that was slowly flowing by.. it reminded him of the last two years of his life.. he had found the perfect spot on this earth to be.. he had time to do his art while working in the local bar during the weekends.. but also when he was surrounded by the vast amount of happily and unhappily drunk people he felt as if he was there by himself.. the crowds never excited him, he just wanted the silence of the mountains, the hushed flow of the river and the smell of fresh oil on canvas..

..today, he had left his room early in the morning so that he could walk barefoot in the morning dew, he had taken his sketch book with him as he wanted to put down everything he saw, felt and smelt.. his pencil was slightly caressing the paper and it left subtle lines that made the most amazing illusions of the things around him.. there was a river that will never run anywhere, there was a mountain that will never be climbed, there were flowers that will never be picked by anyone..

..the pencil traced a nearby meadow when he suddenly realized that a silhouette had wondered into his picture.. there was a slim frame of a woman in a light summer dress that was playing with the wind.. her hair fell over her shoulders in thick blond waves that the wind was trying to pick up but seemed to struggle.. she was slowly strolling towards the river completely lost in her thoughts.. she seemed like something divine out of his dreams.. she had long slender legs and she moved graciously without any effort.. he could not really see her face as she was still quite far away.. but he imagined her having the most stunning hazel eyes that glinted when she laughed.. he imagined her nose, her ears as if they were carved out of marble.. he imagined her full rosy lips that framed a beautiful smile that was meant just for him..

..it seemed to last a moment but it had to be much more as when he returned to the bank of the river, there she was just few steps away from him gazing at the flowing water.. still lost in her thoughts.. he was staring at her as if she was a figment of his imagination and then she turned towards him.. her lips opened into mesmerizing smile.. she was as magnificent as he had imagined her to be.. he smiled back.. or at least he thought he did.. and then just as she had appeared in this perfect picture, she turned and started walking away along the river, leaving the scent of spring behind her..

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