Take me

to ours parellel world, where we can stay in this way, embraced tight and your glance drives me crazy, like your little kisses and your hands over me. Where my hands can slide in your shirt freely and i can  touch on your soft skin of your bare chest and that little rustle, it make me blushing, seeing that shirt falls down over yours shoulders til reaches to your arms and it stops there.
You just looking at me, leaving me speechless. I feel your heart beats so fast. You turn around me. You’re behind me. A whisper. I close my eyes. A touch. Your hand on my neck and suddendly your lips. A thrill. Always with eyes closed, slowly you turn me round, in front of you. Eyes in eyes, we look at us deeply. We both remain breathless. You have on still that shirt over your arms, slowly i take it, and i smell it then i make it falls down on the floor. Your smell drives me crazy. We dont say any words. What we would like to say us is on ours glances. The words are wasted breath. In ours glances we see ours lights dancing, melting and what we feeling are just ours souls melting eachother. Hands in hands, eyes in eyes, in front of us what we see is a spectacular slow game of lights. A whisper from you ‘Look, what we are’. And right after again we look at us, like it was the first time. We surprising us what we feeling.

Daria