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To Delila

After walking two flights up an old squeaky Lower East Side stairway, I faced the door of her apartment. The air on this flight carried a touch of her sexy perfume: thus, I entered her fine dimension. Still, not only a smell but something even subtler, energy, a warm and sensual vibe of hers struck my sixth sense. In a split second I caught a glimpse of the inner Universe of this woman, a strange and elusive knowledge. I took a moment and contemplated on this essential sensation before I rung the bell.

She opened the door and smiled at me, inviting me in. She was wearing a black silk robe with red dragons. I walked down long and dark hallway, which led us to her living room with crimson carpet and cream walls. It was a very intimate room, filled with soft golden light and very subtle and very sensual smell of her body. Burning candles and incense on the altar created a mysterious ambience, filling the room with strange flickering shadows. "Let's drink wine!"- She said, opening a bottle of red and handing me a beautiful venetian glass. The dark red wine, spicy, sweet and bitter somehow matched her deep velvety brown eyes, her long dark hair, running in soft waves down her milky-white voluptuous cleavage. Her voice, melodic, soft and very sincere - dripping honey on my soul. She moved swan-gracefully, this pomegranate Arabic princess, the goddess of dawn. I enjoyed watching graceful little movements of her neck and arms as she was telling me a story.

Sipping red wine, my body relaxed and I stretched on her white couch next to a gorgeous bouquet of coral colored roses. She sat next to me and touched my knee. Her caress felt soothing and magically pleasant. "You are beautiful,"-she said, leaning towards me. "You resemble my ex-girlfriend." " I never had a relationship with a woman,"- I replied, remembering at once all the love I ever had in my life. "Let's drink some more wine,"- she said and looked at me with laughter in her eyes.

First Kiss

She was in love with him, 15yo classmate who drove every teacher crazy with his ingenious questions and remarks. He knew too much, although seems like he never drilled any subject: he was just out there, and his wit was flowing completely relaxed and effortless from his lips. She loved those lips, she would look with corner of her eyes when he was speaking, not dare to look openly at his face. She feel like she'll turn blind from the radiance of his smile and his beauty she could not withstand. Naturally, for the rest of people he was just an ordinary looking fellow. She was afraid to have a conversation with him, she was trembling at the sound of his voice. This is why when he asked her to dance at the school disco night she nearly fainted. She was holding her breath at every step they did together. And than it was another dance, and another...an endless euphoria of love. He was walking her home and they spoke about the illusory poetry of the stars.

- You are much more wild than I thought - he said. You look so shy in the class.

- I just keep it to myself, she said. If they ask me, I answer, otherwise I assume they don't need to listen to what I think.

- Well, I glad I discovered the hidden treasure of your amazing personality- he said, smiling. She fainted inside from this smile once again. They walked upstairs to her door. Well, I must go… thank you for walking me over. I think my parents already asleep. I told them we had a party tonight.

She dared to look staring in his eyes as held her hand in his a moment longer. They were just standing there in silence, in the half dark hall. An electric pause followed, they both wanted to say something, but the words lost their meaning. He tenderly embraced her slender waist and she trembled. He draw her a little closer and kissed her lips. A wave of unknown desire ran through her veins, piercing her body with heavenly pleasure. Her vagina all of a sudden became big and hot and uncomfortable. It felt very slippery and very strange- she never felt anything like this in her life. She was a virgin; she never kissed a boy except as a friend. But this time it was different…She was afraid this organ would explode if she would touch it. So she didn't.

He did. He ran the tips of his fingers up on inside of her thigh and touched her right in the middle, where the clitoris is. The shock of pleasure ran like an electric thrust right to her brain, penetrating every sell of her body on its way. Uncontrolled moan freed itself from her stomach,, her throat. She felt very week, her knee bent and she slipped down the wall. He, like her shadow, kneeled together with her, looking deep into infinity of her eyes. He parted her knees wider pulling her toward himself, letting her slide on her back. He touched her again down there. The new wave of pleasure began to arouse in her, this time deeper, somewhere in thighs and buttocks, making her body shake. She wanted to be touched inside. She wanted it so much.

-I want you - she said, meaning, "I want the unity."

- You sure? …It will not hurt, - he said. He slid her panties aside and touched the closed entrance of her vagina with his erected cock. It felt so tender - and it was hot, the cock, at the tip of it she could feel the heat of his blood and his heartbeat.

- Yes- she said… please, now.

With one single motion he ripped through the membrane and touched her inside. Intense mixture of pain and pleasure exploded in her being once more, when she could not suppress the natural scream that ended as a deep moan. He stayed still inside of her for some time, than begin to move gently, giving her unknown pleasure and fulfillment.

- It feels so good - she whispered, liking the drop of their sweat from her lips. "I Love you. Now I know what love is. I want to be in love all the time. All the time."

- The rest of the life is just words in between.