SDHouse

Someday, between once and yesterday.. I will step towards you from a distance. The stars will melt into ice cubes.. In your soul, so carefreely open. That dress from a dream suits you so well.. Given by happiness on a date.. I will bring you an untouched glass, Filled only with tenderness and affection. You will be a little drunk with love.. And I will enchant you with that fairy tale.. I will embrace you with the warmth of my soul.. And on your lips I will freeze with a strong thirst.. So that you drain that glass to the bottom.. Savoring the inspiration in every drop. Someday, between today and then.. The cherished desire will come true.. You will unravel the mystery forever… Well, and you will forgive me.. for being late…

This is just a phrase – but how much is behind it! You react, girl, everything is more delicious! You are led sincerely – the reason to continue Will be the steel of my knife sleeping in its sheath. Round dances of goosebumps. Dry menthol of skin. A jacket thrown with a jerk onto the coffee table. The sensitivity of thin fingers. The outline of parted lips. I cannot refuse to kill myself. Forgive me for promising to keep you and protect you – You know, such seductions can be so false. Oh, let's not argue about tastes... What's the point of words? I can see how your head is spinning. How three drops of sweat above your eyebrow caught the light – This is the most delicious answer about tastes for me. Don't agree? The time of consent has fallen down – Try to rise from your knees above it now! An infinitely short exhalation has become a groan: I will unravel it into a hundred such groans. Darkness flows down your back, exposed to the knife. Are you cold? I want it to be hot. Wait – don't hesitate, fall in my arms! Deep, my fish, is the river I created. Here is the execution list of your illusions – you will read it later. So easily and joyfully you believe in my lies. She asked for Pain. I couldn't bear it. The needle goes deeper into the butterfly of the heart, ringing. These are the games of dark and greedy adult souls. Are you still worried - has the mascara run? Reality has run - stop, don't wipe it off! Your personal crazy paradise is so similar to hell. Appearance is just bait. But the soul is a hook. I am the wolf that bit her on the side. Oh, don't put it down, darling, I wish your soul was on the edge - Bye-bye-bye (just don't sleep!) bye! We lived through this - believe that you are still alive. A hopeless blue fills the pupils. The cold of embraces is so cold that you don't feel your hands, But you don't want to leave - you can't leave the damned circle. I will stroke you - do you feel it, okay? I will let the fragrant silk of your hair pass through my fingers. Well, don't cry, baby - I flew beyond the limit. I didn't want to, believe me. No, I'm lying - I did! But swallowing the heart - stopped his own. And it hurts - is there iodine in the apartment? You are silent, not knowing what is yet to come. My name along the rib of yours blossomed in your chest in golden letters - there is no truer brand. Forgive me, but you asked me yourself ... I was about to leave - he looks, clenching his mouth. I smile: everything was foreseen in advance. - Don't leave, Master! - says stifledly. Woland has seen more interesting than Margarita. - You will find a reason to survive and even live! - He lies. Both understand. The dawn trembles outside the window. The morning will sit down next to you, chuckling from behind your shoulder: "Well done, girl, you chose the executioner!"

Touch - one touch in seven octaves. With lips, wandering, the abyss in you. We are kamikazes, we live in one touch at an impossible height! The soul is naked without knowing that she had gone beyond. There is nothing longer than a brief kiss of bare hearts, stepping on the body through the cross of tracer bullets in hot palms. What is left of me? You are left! - One touch in seven octaves

He sent a continuous series of electric shocks coursing through Her. She not only felt Him undressing Her with smooth movements - He undressed Her beyond Her body: He exposed Her essence, in an instant knowing everything that She had in Her soul, every curve of Her flesh and thoughts. Without hiding His intentions, He carried Himself like a male showing all his colors. She had never met a man who wasHe would be so passionately focused on the woman, as if all other people on earth had ceased to exist for Him. She felt that special combination of awkwardness and pleasure in being the center of His and only His attention. She understood through intuition, or some sixth sense, that whatever happened between Her and this man, good or bad, would be fundamentally different from anything she had ever experienced before...

He loved to watch how She melts... how She imperceptibly but surely goes crazy with her last strength trying to resist attraction, how Her eyes become cloudy, filling with passion and Her voice begins to tremble when He said what She longs for, but tries to hide... How in the semi-darkness of shadows and dim light Her lips tremble... and embarrassment replacesthe irreversibility of actions over which She no longer has power. How softly the last piece of fabric slides from Her body, giving its contour a special beauty...

Only Darkness makes the Light awaken...

Independence is the lot of the few: it is the privilege of the strong. And who ever attempts it, even with the fullest right, but without necessity, proves that he is probably not only strong, but also daring to the point of unbridledness. He enters the labyrinth, he increases a thousandfolds the number of dangers that life itself brings with it; not the least of which is that no one sees how and where he will get lost, will distance himself from people and will be torn to pieces by some Minotaur of conscience...

To understand yourself and your world. That loneliness is not a synonym for freedom. That the flow may not lead you exactly where you think. That you are destined to achieve something only by resisting fate. That birth is the first step to death...and that death is not the end, but a new beginning. To understand the environment, hidden subtexts, meanings, values. Because the essence is hidden in hints...

Passion... It does not obey any laws, it dictates its own rules... It drowns out the voice of reason, does not obey logic... It clouds the mind... It intoxicates the body, gives sweetness to kisses... Sophistication and unbridledness to caresses... It is pointless to fight it... It is impossible to explain... It is impossible to depict... To hide or conceal... It is unbridled... Sensual... Sometimes base and immoral... Crazy and reckless... She gives herself away in every look, movement, word... She captivates and absorbs... You don't notice how you become her slave... You feel obsessed with her... An unthinkable desire to satisfy your hunger... The desire to possess... To own... You become dependent on the object of your passion and on the very feeling of it... This flame... Raging... Burning everything in its path... Making us impulsive and uninhibited... Pushing us to risky... Sometimes rash actions... You close your eyes and feel how she burns you from the inside... She... without saying a word, speaks in a thousand fiery and sensual words... He who has once tasted passion - will never be able to forget it... 

Often we fear most of all what we will never be able to give up and what we will never be able to forget...

Passion… Instantly flares up. An impulse runs through the whole body. Shivers, goosebumps, cold and wild desire. Very wild, unbridled, without any stops and restrictions… Some unknown force moves the body. The power of passion. She feels this moment. She waited for it all evening. She did everything as she wanted. Seduced, tried, played and made him angry a little. Until she got her way. Now she will get what makes us both closer and closer to each other.to a friend. What makes us obsessed. Happy… Passion. It is needed. Necessary. Without it there is no us, there is nothing that happens to us…

When a woman sees herself reflected in a man's eyes, how these eyes light up with passion and desire, grow cloudy with lust; when his breath becomes hotter and heavier, his hands bolder, and his touches burn with confident caresses, she becomes a witch. At this moment, all clamps fly off to hell. She feels her power over him, over his desire, and she can no longer be stopped.She is ready to do anything with him...