She and He

She is altered. The way she flirts with him is extravagantly naughty.
He looks anxiously round as if he wants to escape.
She looks at him with a dazzling stony glare and says "I was sure you would come to this party. Will you accompany me up the stairs?"
He says: Excuse me, I'm here at this party not because of you, I just want to have drinks and perhaps some fun tonight.
She says: I only want to talk to you, I haven't seen you for such a long time.
He: We can talk here. Tell me, what are you wondering about me?
She: Did you miss me when you were on your big overseas experience?
He: Honestly, just a bit.
She: Fuck off.
He: Why did you ask then?
She: Nothing.
He: Ok. Let's go up the stairs.
They walk up the stairs heading to her bedroom, both holding a glass of Sav.
She: Your lips are divine temptations.
He: Your legs are still my Achilles heel. You are someone worth knowing because in you I see the knowledge of Socrates.
She: You are someone worth fighting because in you I see the will of Napoleon and in you I become divinely complete.
He: You drive me crazy.
She finishes her wine and looks at him profoundly with a stony glare. He loses his balance completely, steps back to find safe port for his legs. Her eyes are sparkling as never before reminding him of an African cat. He is so confused with this situation, he wants to dominate but his mind is getting dizzy.
She suddenly jumps on his lap, starting to kiss him so wildly and desperately. He looks into her evil eyes again returning devotedly her kisses like it's the last day of their lives. Rolling in the bed madly, they break each other's clothes perversely. Ardent lips, body against body, his arms crossing around her back, her hands sliding passionately on his chest. He enfolds his hands in her long hair. She loses herself in his arms.
She says: You are my vice, my desire, my joy, my divine pleasure
He is not listening to her voice, instead, he squeezes his body excitedly against hers, filling the room with other sounds. The world spins around slowly inside the flying night.

Superiority

How sad I've became after these last days, how painfunl and melancholic I am right now...

I had two options: Medea’s craziness or Hitler’s hatred. For my misfortune I’ve chosen the second one just because of you… As a result, I’ve dived into a heartless time where a cruel leader persuaded people’s mind. It’s hard to believe, but peoples were deserved to be alive by their skin, hair, and eye’s colour - Superior and Inferior race. Well, not much has changed since that atrocious time till today… As you will never provide me your love because you belong to the supreme Scottish race, and I don’t deserve your kiss because of my inferiority. 

Your beauty annihilates my passion. I've promised to be your eternal servant, I'd walk thousands of miles to cover your body with gold and roses petals. However, As much as I desire your kisses, you run away from me. Don't be merciless, don't leave me anymore. Come to meet my ardent passion, come to feel the warmth of my cuddles. I'll be your shield, your hope, your home, and your shelter.

amarothi

photo: Moacyr M. Alves

Dream

It's morning. The Sun is coming to warm us. However, it's a bit cold here. I see your cute face from my side of the bed but I can't touch it as I don't want to wake you up. Love watching you sleeping, I feel in profound peace. I just would like to hold your hand, can I? Let's go for a walk with no destination. I’ll tell you words of love and tenderness. I am so happy, God is the only one who knows how long I’ve been waiting for you my angel. I wish you could know how much I tend to love you.
I'll be carefull, don't want to make any noise, as you're still sleeping. I’ll be quiet beside the bed just to watch you from there, how gorgeous you are for being, smiling and stretching while waking up. I am listen to you laughing and talking about my messy hair. It’s enough to make my day, to make my soul, to make my life.
Can I love you?

amarothi

photo: Moacyr M. Alves

Desire

Hey hun! Did you know that you drive me crazy when I hear the cheerful sound of your laughter? It brings me so much joy and pleasure. Wish I could have the power to read your mind, just want to make sure if it is connected with mine. Let's give away the tentation of our inflamed lips, and dive into the profound dark side of us. Let's live agonising a wild love, so strong and overflowing like a hemorrhage. As you see, the thirst for loving you makes me alive, and the fantasy of my desire will keep on the flame of my heart. Come to me, don't lie to yourself. Come to listen to the beautiful words I have for you. Come, lose yourself in my arms. Come to meet my deep and ardent passion.

amarothi

photo: Moacyr M. Alves