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Girlish's blog: "Love"

created on 02/12/2008  |  http://fubar.com/love/b187878

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Hers: his touch... The fingertips, the skin, the smell... His kiss... My knees bend. It's heaven or it's hell... The love, the passion, all of them enclosed. That's what I have in my own eyes so openly exposed. His: Her eyes, posed on me, opening a window to her soul. Her lips, telling silent words I try to get. her neck, offered to my kisses. her arms, wrapped around me to keep close. Her skin against mine, electricity passing from one to the other... And the morning arrives, light shows 2 lovers, opening their eyes, cuddling, smiling.

Kiss

I lead him to the room. It was his arrival to the hotel, so he was carrying luggage and we were keeping a friendly conversation though I'm pretty sure that both of us were kinda thinking of sth else too. The very fact that a girl goes with you to your hotel room should suggest such thoughts anyway, no? Elevator, room, some words about the way how the door opens and about previous adventures with the key-card... We are in. He puts the bag down, we look around - a pause - my mobile rings. I pick it up and start talking. I lean at the wall, and raise one foot touching the wall with it. I feel how his eyes are watching me, I see them noticing all. I finish my conversation and we decide to go out to the town but before that we both happen to be close to each other in the narrow part of the room, almost a corridor right next to the door - he looks at me with those eyes, I see him getting ready to say sth and he asks: "May I kiss you?" I answer: "Yes" and wait till his shiverring lips touch mine... It lasts for a moment, a short one, too short when I look at that from today's perspective. We are both shy and not daring... He was the first man who asked me this question and this kiss will always be something special to remember for the rest of my life. Even now I have butterflies in my stomach and remember knees bending...

poem

* * * I have the feeling now that not your hands but flowers touch me. What a peal of spring dawns when you are beside me! The spirit dons the gentleness of meadows, the body makes no effort to resist it. And wholly pure are water, bread and fire. Let us speak softly or lapse into silence and just with glances grow an upright tree with rustling leaves of tender love and truth. The birds fly home, and I now also fly across the azure of your loving eyes repeating vaguely only these few words: The gods we sought to please let us forget. The offerings we made let us remember. Translated by Lionginas Pažūsis Written by Justinas Marcinkevicius, LT poet

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