The morning breeze invaded his bed through the window blinds missing, after passing, began a slight movement of the curtain to shake the net. The faint rays of sunlight burst into the room. Upon awakening he opened his eyes and filled the space as light shining pearl. Stretching his arms, his left hand and felt his presence, to become aware of your company, turn left and found him asleep. Her full lips were silent admiration and thoughts wander without try to find explanation of the circumstances that led to his side. Approached with subtlety, breathed its heady aroma, to see him naked found her pale skin covered with fine hairs. Instinctively I crouched like a child with a blanket covering him.
I had seen at different times of his life. The girl looked away, unreachable. I never noticed her. But tonight, after decades, their eyes met and a spark sparked the glow of his eyes, memories and longings of love. Now watching him tenderly, and his fragile. I did not want to wake up and creeping out of bed. He took a thin shirt, wool shorts, put on his slippers and went to the kitchen. He lit the fire and began to boil water in a pressure cooker. Gently lifted the bar of the window avoiding the creaking of the hinges, to open the sun's rays observed on the thick forest on top of the hill. He saw the beauty of the sky, the strong smell of the countryside and the cool breeze shook her curly hair. His big black eyes welled with joy and solitude spent saying goodbye, flowing in the air, escaping with the mist to settle back into the forest.
Mesmerized by the illusion was waiting and realized I had woken up when they seized her waist, pulling her toward him with subtlety. The hairs of his beard made shudder to rub her neck with his cheek and his heart began a frantic gallop, desperate to feel his manhood warm. He felt the urgent desire and powerful as wave of life. Fresh air is stuck in your chest and forget their sorrows, its failures of love, the future uncertain middle age, the obstacles women drawn from one and have it held at his side. To turn around in the dim light of morning, he discovered the brilliance of his eyes in his eyes. Drew him looking his lips, opening them with a warm kiss and humid. He traveled the corners of his mouth and drank their saliva and sucked ready to catch his breath until his last day, shaken by the storm of desires kept in chains for many years.
The dance of love began and he realized that he must yield to its momentum. Slowly and some fear of ruining the magic, because his hands were trembling, lifted his shirt and discovered the hair on her armpits, the curve of his shoulders, large breasts, still firm, and nipples black. With the hollow of his hands explored her breasts, waist and pulled her skin, ebony, is shuddered. He knelt before her, buried his face in the abdomen, kissed her deep navel and discovered the exquisite fragrance of Caribbean women, the myth of the smell of coconut and salt from the sea. He lifted his feet and took his slippers discovering them to caress with a kiss. Her hands seized his short wool and down slowly revealing the passage of time in your belly, thighs and buttocks still firm goddess. The light was naked against her lips and walked its paths, dug their caves, walked the valleys and hills, making drawing the beauty of your body.
Taking off shorts, rose and discovered the original secret. The crowing of cocks and the barking of the dog tied up gay in the corridor of the back of the house when not disturbed. She, an expert in love, is surprised to find they had not loved in this way, know that unfettered rage, fear or reservation. Discovered amazed with all your senses the shape of your body, flavor, aroma, heat and explored every inch planting it with caresses and forgotten. Never before had held so eager to celebrate their desires, kiss me, touch me, Chupame, poséeme wait to feel it inside me, do not stop because I'll kill you, my love, I love it there, you got me crazy.
He pulled slightly to look and discovered in his dark eyes reflecting the black pearls that covered his image returned by desire. They lay on the wooden floor and began the steps of the ancient ritual. She welcomed him with passion, sensual whispering words ever spoken, and he left her, entering her garden, soaking up the nectar of the flower Caribbean, each according to the pleasant pace of another in search of the desired end. After every whisper of passion that he smiled full because I had finally found the black goddess of his fantasies of adolescence, sought in different places and bodies over many years.
Slowly, holding time under the light of the window, nestled in it saves in the friction of each sensation. She took hold of him and all the magic of sensual rhythms of their African ancestors flourished in an instant. His body contorted, his hips twitched, his lips were wet, his hands squeezing it in your body bathed in sweat, while delivering like never before. When she groaned in ecstasy and a deep sigh out of his mouth, a volcano erupted in her belly and flowing stream shook him until he fell and sank in the waters of it. Lying on the happy sigh floor. The scream of the pot boiling the water stopped the beating of their hearts, love overflowed in abundance.
had coffee and said goodbye with a promise to never forget. Over the years, seen again. He was returning from the Caribbean diaspora who longs banished its roots, its people, its food, festivities and loves of the past. Seeing her walking in the distance, he realized he was still alive despite his age, loneliness and deprivation in the city abandoned and haunted facing the Caribbean sea. Quickened the pace of their wandering feet, eager to re-enter your garden and see brightness of his black pearl.
New Guinea, RAAS.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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