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Non bisogna arrendersi, per continuare a vedere la luce anche dove non c'è.
Continuare a cercare la bellezza dietro le ombre.
Cogliere l'emozione dietro la freddezza apparente di chi ha solo paura.
La poesia è visionaria e testarda.
©b.b.s

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Aerie
We were in the high loft bed, you remember the one. Shadows of the trees danced over the ceiling and across the walls. I kissed your chest and nibbled up your neck. My leg draped over yours, my wet pussy pressed to you hip. You told me you were stressed and weren’t in the mood for sex so I backed off and started trailing my fingers over you rib cage instead, motions intended to be soothing. Soon you put down the book you were reading and sighed. “I told you I didn’t want to.” you scolded. I pulled away slightly and peered up into your face trying to judge your mood. “I meant it to be soothing.” I replied. You grabbed my hand and fitted it around your hard shaft, squeezing my fingers under your own. “It wasn’t soothing.” you growled and pressed your hips upward so I could feel the rigid flesh pushing through our grip. You tangled your other hand in my hair and demanded, “Suck me.” I tried to kiss and lick my want down but you was having none of it. You guided me down with firm intent and positioned the tip at my lips. Willingly I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue across the head then took it inside. “Don’t tease. Suck it.” you grated out above me. So I did.
Soon you became restless with shifting and hitching hips, reaching for you orgasm. I wrapped my hand around the base and added to the friction. I massaged your balls. I sucked, my cheeks hollowing and then licked. I ringed the head with my lips and prodded the slit. “Fuuuuck.” you groaned.
You grabbed my shoulders and dragged me up your body. “Not enough.” you stated then flipped us so I was face down on the mattress below you. You pushed my thighs apart roughly with yours and I felt the tip of your cock rubbing against my folds. You pushed in with one long stroke stretching me to the point of pain and filling me to the hilt. I whimpered and tried to shift but your solid weight held me down, your heat spreading across my skin to replace the cool night air. Still for a moment you gave me time to try to adjust or maybe you were savoring the hot clutch of my sheath. Then you started to move in rough pumps designed for your own pleasure. You held yourself up on your forearms and I could feel your breath fanning against my neck as you curved your body around and into mine.
I wondered who or what you were thinking of. I pressed my hips back tipping them to bring you deeper and, I hoped, to capture your attention. Your hand snaked down to clutch my hip in a punishing grip and hold me in place awhile you sped your motions. Soft grunts reverberated through my ears sending an electric jolt through my pussy. I felt myself tighten convulsively. I shifted to feel the sheet rub my nipples but you stilled my movements with your chest and thrust until all I could do was take you in. I wrapped one hand around yours fisted in the sheets and threw up the other to keep my head from impacting the bed rail. I gasped at your fervor. “Oh fuck yes.” you gritted out. “Coming.” you warned as your strokes lost all rhythm and came impossibly harder. Selfish. Greedy. I whimpered again feeling you expand inside me and flood my body in rapid wracking pulses.
You stilled, panting, then pulled away rolling to your side, one arm draped over your eyes. You looked wrecked. I lay still, my head turned to watch you recover. Incrementally your muscles relaxed and softened. Your breathing became even. I reached out a hand and rested it on your chest feeling your heartbeat slow. I shifted my hips against the bed, keenly aware of my unsatisfied need. I wondered if you would drop to sleep and leave me desperate until morning. Just when I thought you would, when you twitched on the edge of sleep, I felt your hand move and you dragged me to your side. You drew in a long breath then insinuated your big hand between my legs. With no other warning, you shoved two fingers inside me. “Ride them.” you said. My brain wanted to push away indignant but my body had other ideas and my hips moved in a needy arc.
-Visionaria
2040 versión Electro Mutantes Sinmas 2015

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Fe
Fe en la vida es lo que necesitas, fe en la humanidad, no pierdas las esperanzas en este mundo, mira a lo lejos, a los pequeños detalles, sal más, no llores por alguien del pasado, se visionaria(o) y teje tú propio destino, no te dejes vencer, levanta la cabeza y diviertete pero siempre amate a ti misma(o) ante todo y no pierdas la fe. -SULEICKA
Visionaria 23, International Film Festival — Art/Resistance/Flight by Canefantasma/Mimmo Manes
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