Book: Decadence love
Without a word, I firmly looked at her and stepped toward the door. Flashed the dagger, I felt as it entered the shoulder. Immediately blood came.
The next moment she is dropped the dagger, fell in front of me on my knees and cried and sobbed:
- I'm sorry. - She felt the wound. - I'm sorry...
I shook her hand, attached to the wound a handkerchief, leaves, coldly said:
- You almost won, Madam. But now - if you really did it, if you hit for real, I could not love you because of this action, because of your primal forces, because of the deep connection with nature, because of the powerful manifestations of sensual desire. But even in the moment of the most violent displays of your feminine essence and the most severe insults you thought. Cleopatra would have killed the man that had done so. And Pompadour'd stab him with a dagger. But you cowardly stopped halfway. You almost decided to act, but it was not you on the shoulder. You - not the essence of the desire and the spirit and the connection of these two elements. Just mixture. Not A Woman. Only being female. Come out soon to be married...
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:31
You know I love the elements. Fire, sea, storm. And suddenly I was facing here is a primitive element, so the earth's primitive instinct, a woman's desire! Inevitably I was forced to love it just the same as the rest of the elements, if... yeah, if it is proved that it is indeed primal desire. For the proof of the required one step.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:31
And now my hands are trembling on Silken cloth, and something, perhaps an afterthought, hidden from the hot rush of blood, I don't know, something made me open my eyes. I saw a noble face, her eyes were closed. Around the wings of the nose, too, was trembling desire, mouth - the willingness to give, and still around the mouth - the corners of her mouth - lurk almost invisible smile - a smile that betrayed a triumph - a triumph!
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:31
The finest black silk. Through it shone because the light from the bedroom fell down behind the contour the most beautiful in the world body. Eyes: deep and loyal. This mouth: good and eager expectations. These delicate hand stretched out to me. My blood raged, drove away all thoughts, called to action. I rushed to her and one jerk put in the inviting bed.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
I was looking at the soft line of the back, which was lost in the neckline of her robes... Oh, those falling leaves outside the window... Oh, the falling line of the shoulders so close to me - the aroma of hair - blue twilight - open mouth - a serious, almost sad - these minor fading sounds...
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
She met me seriously. In vain, I searched in her eyes mockery. Around her mouth there was not a single ironic folds. She seemed gentle, even sentimental. All the tricks and calculation was gone. This led me to a dangerous melancholy, it happens in the fall foliage, when the trees hang colorful, deceased leaves...
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
I knew that all of her bait was calculated. She fought a battle with their weapons. As soon as she sees me at her feet, all over. That maybe she will give me. But with a sense of superiority. So the next day I have shame to put a bullet in the forehead.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
We danced. She kept her distance, which we barely touched each other, it drove me crazy. I made mistakes, was impatient, missed chances, fervently trying to improve, ran into a restrained smile, faltered, fell silent...
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
My blood started to boil when I was around her. I was hiding it. She still knew it. Then I ceased to hide it in order not to weaken their positions.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
I often saw her at tea and pretty quickly felt that nervous trepidation which precedes electrification.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
A man should always see a lady is a woman; her femininity should always be the first and decisive. But anyone still have these sophisticated primitive instincts, this woman enveloping every word, every movement, always awake masculinity, which can't resist no woman, regardless of the man she hates, despises or even loves?
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
Unfortunately, men as a species in General, so lost their original instincts and so bourgeoisified that dare to speak with the lady cold and reserved, discuss with her the facts, be reasonable. A man should always see a lady is a woman; her femininity should always be the first and decisive.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
All that precedes love, all these probing of the soil, a timid advance, the calculation steps, it's like a cat silent slide, this hidden struggle of the partners is the Supreme pleasure for us.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
The most beautiful thing about love is not the end, the most beautiful - the prelude.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 19:30
Possession is nothing, the possibility of owning everything.
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