When we made love,she'd scream that it was like the sea.In bed she was next to me and over me and under me swimming.
She said she was swimming in the sea,the waves cascading inside her.She'd rise and bend and strech and circle,saying it was the waves. I would fly above or under her or in the midst of her,flying above her undulating blue sea.I would fly above her listening to her words.
I 'd tell her to go a little more slowly because I wanted to smell the sky,but she'd pull me into her sea and submerge me and push me to the limits
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τρομο χαρουμενο τη νοιωθω να με παιρνει στους στροβιλους του ταξιδιου που δεν τελειωνει παρα μ'ενα ναυαγιο η με μιαν Ιθακη.
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