Tu ed Io: 04/12/2014

4 December 2014

A song, for who loves, for who is in a secret love...

You hold me in your eyes

In your own special way

I wonder how you know

The things I never say

I can't imagine life

Without you by my side

The power of your love

Is all I need tonight

I know there have been times

That I have caused you pain

I'd turn them all around

If I could start again

There's something I must say

I know it's overdue

The sweetest thing I've known

Forever called my own

Begins and ends with you

How I love you

The softness of your lips

The colour of your hair

The memory of your touch

Remains when you're not there

The echoes of your laughter

When I'm feeling blue

The meaning of my life

It all begins with you

So come into my arms

Lay down by my side

The moon is always there

To keep our love alight

I've reached so very high

For everything that's mine

And at the top is you

I want you for all time

A dream forever new

How I love you

The softness of your lips

The colour of your hair

The memory of your touch

Remains when you're not there

The echoes of your laughter

When I'm feeling blue

The meaning of my life

It all begins with you

So come into my arms

Lay down by my side

The moon is always there

To keep our love alight

You know me like a book

You've read a thousand times

We know each other's hearts

We read each other's mind

This feeling's always new

How I love you

The softness of your lips

The colour of your hair

The memory of your touch

Remains when you're not there

The echoes of your laughter

When I'm feeling blue

The meaning of my life

It all begins with you

Dal romanzo non ancora terminato "And than you came into my life"

Stava cucinando il risotto che a lei tanto piaceva. Appena rientrato dal lavoro si era tolto gli abiti e messo una tutina da ginnastica e si era messo ai fornelli. Akmaral era al computer a studiare e di tanto in tanto chiedeva qualche cosa delle cse che stava studiando. Nel sottofondo, come era loro abitudine, una musica tranquilla, rilassante. -Questa sera risotto alla campagnola, signora! Le va bene? -

Non si aspettò nessuna risposta, continuò il suo cuocere il risotto, ma Akmaral si avvicinò a lui, mise le braccia attorno al suo torace e lo strinse a sè.

-mi stai viziando, sai?- Si girò per vederla in viso. Pantaloncini corti, scalza, una maglietta sottile senza nulla sotto. Si baciarono dolcemente sulle labbra.

-Tu cuoci il cibo che far stare me bene non solo nel fisico, ma anche nell'anima. Non lasciarmi senza il tuo cibo, nutrimi tu con il tuo amore, fammi bere dalla tua fonte, io ti porgo il piatto, tu mettici sopra i tuoi frutti ed io li mangerò avida ed affamata...-

prese con dolcezza la mano di lui e se la portò sul seno baciandolo di nuovo, questa volta con passione di entrambi.

Solo l'acre odore della cipolla arrostita li fece distogliere della passione crescente.

Sasha riprese a cucinare sorridendo, ma si accorse che Akmaral aveva lasciato un foglietto vicino ai fornelli: "ho voglia di te, del tuo cibo, del tuo essere uomo, delle tue carezze che mi fanno venire....cucina solo il riso, il dolce lo preparo io per te.."

He was cooking the risotto she liked so much. Just back from work he had taken off his clothes and put an onesie sneaker and had started a job in the kitchen. Akmaral was at the computer to study and occasionally asked something about the things she was studying. In the background, as was their habit, a quiet music, relaxing. -This evening risotto campagnola, lady! Is it ok? -

Not expecting any answer, he continued his cook the risotto, but Akmaral approached him, put her arms around his chest and clutched it to him.

-You're spoiling me, you know? - He turned to see her face. Wearing shorts, barefoot, a thin T-shirt with nothing underneath. They kissed each other gently on the lips.

-You Cook the food that makes me feel good not only physically, but also in the soul. Do not leave me without your food, feed me with your love, let me drink from your source, I will offer you the dish, put on your fruits, and I will eat them greedy and hungry...-

She gently took his hand and raised it on the breast, kissing him again, this time with a passion for both.

Only the acrid smell of roasted onion made them divert the growing passion.

Sasha began to cook with a smile, but he realized that Akmaral had left a piece of paper near the stove: "I want you, your food, your being a man, your caresses that make my coming.... cooking only rice, I'll prepare sweet for you.. "