"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."

Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Swiming Pool









While I'm lying on the deckchair, pretending to read, I watch you swim in the pool. You split the water in a powerful crawl and I marvel at that perfect body. A wetness appears between my legs and I feel my body wake up. The urgency is there, like every time I set my eyes on you. Not wanting to resist (why should I?) I get up and come on the edge of the pool. You finally notice me and you swim towards me. I slip into the water and find myself pressed between you and the edge of the pool. I rub against you chest, my body burning from the sun and desire.... And we let our magic unfold

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