Monday, September 11, 2006

Things To Write On A Hens Night Card

FUTURE TRAVEL - FIRST DESTINATION:


Sometimes words are not enough, they are just words. Then we need our field, and the body, so often drag anchor and our dream becomes our ally. And is able to speak more clearly than the most brilliant sophist of the agora.
I do not need rocks in your mouth like Diogenes. Not imagine the exterior and Plato. Or look for the fair and beautiful as Socrates.

slept together for the first time. It was that, sleep. They lay naked in the dark. The rain was beating strong glasses and was very cold April. Had been drinking. And they had eaten well. Their bodies came and they were like two magnets together and slowly were giving heat.

Throughout the night woke up several times. They communicated by osmosis, pore-pore of the skin affection is going to transfer. Scar scar ... penetrating all those things were not knew that.

They kissed sweetly. There were kisses that lead to sex. They were kissing that led to the hidden corners of the heart. With each stroke he took his hand and went through dark attic full of cobwebs.

Sometimes a ghost looming old and ailing, but she was not afraid, because his hand was firm and dry. She was not afraid, because he had the same fear it.

And so, from hour to hour was coming dawn. And the heat had fused into a single oasis of tenderness. Then he got dressed and kissed his unruly hair and red.

was a strange man. Their motives, their hopes, their dreams ... were not those of others.
But she knew his heart and he knew it forever was honest and clean.

He so wanted.

rose. So without further ado, he walked to the car and took her home.

returned whistling a nice song.


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