eroticism [Theme]

Each person probably has a fabulous erotic potential, however rare those who are able to detect it.

Even the gods obey the breath of Eros and drank nectar from his bowl.

I will not allow! I want no one but me. I'll kill anyone who... Because you - you - -
I saw hairy legs, he roughly grabbed her, tore her thin silk his teeth - I remember exactly: it teeth.
I do not know how I slipped. And now - eyes shut that damned impermeable shade - she stood leaning against the wardrobe and listened to me. Remember: I was on the floor, hugged her legs, kissing her knees. And pleaded: "Now - now - this minute..."
Sharp teeth, sharp mocking triangle of eyebrows. She bent down silently undid my buckle.
"Yes! Yeah, honey - honey," I began quickly to drop off unifo. But I - also silently - raised to my eyes the watch on my badge. It was five minutes to 22.30. I froze. I knew what it means to appear on the street later 22.30. All my madness - just like blew. I - I was. It was clear to me one thing: I hate her, hate, hate!

I shook my head, threw off something. Again, the second he touched me all so Aero second spring touches the ground before you sit down.
- Well, come on my stockings! Hurry!

Through the wall to the left: in front of the mirrored closet door, a woman hastily unzips unifo. And for a second, vaguely: eyes, lips, two sharp pink ovaries. Then falls the curtain, in me all yesterday, and I don't know what "last one", and I don't want, don't want to! I want one: I. I want her every minute, every minute, always with me - only with me.

Eroticism - genuine eroticism, erotism high mark - like any art is always elitist and runs the crowd. It is alien crush, noise, fairground lights, any vulgarity. He needs a small, careless splendour, decor. It has conventions, as in the theater.