* Midnight is yet too early. It’s not even a proper night, it doesn’t count. At midnight we begin to wake up after the evening’s nap. We might even have a late dinner and sit on the balcony with tea or wine. There’s a cool breeze on the balcony, but one can feel that it has been a long hot day. The city is tired, the city cools down. Sounds are getting fewer, movements are becoming slower, smells are brought and then taken away by the night breeze. You enjoy this pace, because you just woke up and feel as slow as this night. I recognize your sly smile, when you tell me ‘the night is young’. Our love is also young – young and charming, like you, my most beautiful woman.
* You taste like chocolate – sweet and solid, a slightly bitter taste of a dark chocolate. I can taste it only when we are alone, when no annoying noise is disturbing our ears. For you and me, the time like this comes during late nights, even in the city. The summer night is when the sound of a passing car reaches the room every now and then and the air is heavy, when the breath is also heavy and only two bodies are left alone – alone in a large or a tiny bedroom.
* Your taste is that of a chocolate, which melts in the heat. Thick substance that is most delicious when being licked. At the first touch it is warm, but at the same time, a bit dry and solid. However, now it’s ready to start melting, just expects a touch of a tongue. The tongue. My tongue touches your softness and warmness. Before this touch I breathe your aroma and prepare myself. The first touch is tender and cautious. This looks more like trying, tasting, which can only last for several seconds, because it is hard to resist the temptation, it is hard to fight the need… And then, your taste is hot chocolate – the hot liquid pleasure.
* It is such a luxury to be together, in our intimate space, alone, two creatures locked up in a bedroom. The walls are protecting you and me, and the sun and the moonlight love us. Everything what is happening within these walls, behind these windows and behind these curtains is hidden from the gaze of the outside world, of the streets, of the universe. Here, our love is safe and brave. Here, we explore each others bodies – fields, mountains, rivers and paths. Here, our flowers bloom under the sun and when it snows, our love doesn’t go to sleep in the winter’s cold; when it snows our love changes its skin and is born anew in the reliable comfort of this house.
* You taste like bread – a bit salty, thick and native. Your smell is the smell of the freshly baked bread – in the white sheets under the sunshine you radiate and intoxicate me. Everything around has the color of milk and amber. Your smell is the odor of the hot bread, which fills the room with strong aroma and makes me want to immediately satisfy my hunger, then and there. When you open up in front of me, I see wheat fields in the summer afternoon, when the heat stands in the air almost like steam – thick, stirring, but still transparent… And then I feel your taste – salty and hot, and I’m unable to stop.
* 24 Hours – sometimes you’re bread, sometimes you’re chocolate; for me both of them delicious, necessary, important and more. You are more than I can express. I want you more and endlessly and always.
* At night we are mystic plants that feed each other and drink each other’s water. We are two long stems that entangle each other, meet in a knot, break free, entangle again and grow. When we make love, a green glow shines from within our bodies and spreads around the room. When we are together, animals and reptiles appear in the room, wild plants grow and a flow of streams can be heard. When we are asleep, the air is filled with the smell of rain and when we wake up, sun appears or disappears and insects begin to sing. At night, we master the nature like witches.
* Sunshine comes into the room through a window and next to it I see you standing on a balcony with a glass of water. White and yellow lights captivate me. I want to come out, embrace you and let our neighbors see that we are together. I want to break these four walls, which protect us and, at the same time, suppress us with its loving hostility. And if love is young, than love has to be free as well.
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