сряда, февруари 16, 2011

I want you...


... to cook my favourite dish tonight. If you hear my pledge, my dear, and if you comply my wish I will dress properly for the feast. I will put my most delicate underwear, a soft touch over my warm skin. Later on I will indulge you with my smile, my body and soul as I know: you will make me feel heavenly.

I want you...

... to play the dance with the sharpest knifes, slice and dice the ingredients, crush the spices and let the aroma flow in the evening air. I will stay patiently by the door watching you. From time to time I will bend to kiss your spine and back and taste the salt onto your skin. In here will be hot indeed because I just want to participate in the process.

I want you...

... to make your magic over me, to leave me sugary and caramelized in a perfect combination of sweet and sour. To fill the want in my soul giving me to taste your essence.
... to feed me with your desire.
... to touch my lower lip and kiss the last drop of liquid there.

I want you... to know that I am addicted.

понеделник, февруари 14, 2011

четвъртък, февруари 10, 2011

Married

Ok. Here we go. A major thing in my life. My ex-boyfriend, the one that I was going to marry, is married! Cheers people! Long and happy life! Farewell and all the fluffy stuff! And don't forget about the kids please, at least three!!!

Ok. Ok. I know that this sounds cheesy but it is the truth. I do wish them all the goodies.

Yeap... Fuck! How did that happen and when? The second back thought is: why? Not that I am sorry, but I don't get it. Nothing in contra the marriage and stuff...it just makes me laugh with all the irony in this world. Poor girl. Really poor girl.

You know that feeling which comes with knowing something that the others do not. It is the same with me this time. I know more than she expects. More for him and her. More for his ways. She is the "other" woman. And the fun is when we meet on the street. I like it. It is so different now. I have changed to good. I am more mature, I love myself more and I have grown up...(thankfully to one person) And he knows that I know and he is wondering...

I do wonder too... in like what will happen when the "other" arrives again in his life. Like me, like her... the never-ending spin of the life in constant lies. She doesn't know about me, as I was in bliss about the one before me... And I do confess that I felt something back in those days.

I am happy now. To be the girl, his and only, not a change or something in between. As I am happy to have my man, the exact one that fills me with tingles. And not to worry about the rest...

Watch out, "others"... there is a new one just behind in the corner!