Slight touch by E. A. (korean novels in english txt) 📖
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no curse will reach them,
no human part them,
if they have each other
they lack nothing.
Just questions
What is the sound
of a heart breaking?
What is the sound
of tears flowing?
What is the sound
of time passing?
What is the sound
of memories ebbing?
The answer is silence
masking echoes,
silence hidden
in the dark waters
of our beloved river.
Amulet
Once upon a time,
there was a woman
who made an amulet
of precious things...
She gathered smiles
and also tears,
she added kisses,
and also laughter,
she sprinkled joy
and seasoned love,
remembered to add
passion and desire
and stirred all these
in a forgotten garden...
Bathed in moonlight,
they turned into crystal,
she left it in the wild
for all women to find it.
Fantasy
Alone in a room,
she waits for him,
waits for his lust,
waits for his desire.
Alone in a room,
she waits naked,
her body exposed,
her soul bared.
Alone in a room,
she waits for him,
for his smile,
for his touch,
for his hardness.
Alone in a room,
she waits for him
kneeling on stone,
her thighs apart,
wetness flowing
at the very thought
of his precious arrival...
Voices
"Marie Victorie, Marie Victorie!"
a lazy voice in the afternoon,
calling a young woman now.
A boudoir full of flowers,
a canopied bed and white lace
the promise of loves to come,
of passions to ignite and grow,
of life to become hot and wild...
"Marie Victorie, Marie Victorie!
a lover`s voice in the night
calling a woman in her prime,
love and desire mingling
in the secrecy of dark nights...
Echoes in an old house,
loves and friendships of old,
sweet gardens and cups of tea,
and the voices of the past,
"Marie Victoire, Marie Victoire..."
September 2nd.
Immortality
In the aftermath of climax,
in the glow of satiated flesh,
all desire spent and gone,
waiting to revive again.
Time watching from the dark,
hours flying into nothingness,
we strive to spare each other
the slow erosion of days.
Immortality gained and lost
in the brief moment of union,
the memory of our bliss
and the despair of elusiveness...
Time wrapped in mystery
keeps all the answers hidden,
we go on towards the day
when we`ll live only
in each other`s memory.
Regret
The only regret I have
is that you missed
the total enjoyment
of my willing body.
I waited for you
in the darkness of night,
in the brightness of days,
in the peace of slumber
and the turmoil of work.
I waited against hope,
I waited against destiny,
I waited body and soul
till I almost became you
in my pursuit of closeness...
In case you may wonder,
I happened to be yours.
Overcast sky
She waited for him
at the crossroads
of her own life.
She waited for him
against hope and time.
One day she realized
he was not coming back
so she stopped waiting
and looked for overcast skies...
she is now, so I was told
a whimsical creature,
an illusion of one night...
Breakup
He tugged at her chain,
she looked at him,
one last time.
He bent to tap viciously
her crystal plug,
she just looked at him,
one last time.
He smiled at her cruelly,
she merely smiled back,
"Something is not working"
he mused to himself,
"something has ended",
she said to herself.
He got his flogger,
he pointed at her cage,
she asked him sweetly,
"may I say a word?"
He trembled inside
and just said, "you may".
She thanked him and said,
"It is all over, I am afraid"
"May I ask why?"
"I am ready to go, master,
time is just too short,
life keeps calling me,
ever wondered why I stayed?"
"No, I never have..."
"There you have the answer,
now allow me to go,
because you see, master,
the power was never yours."
Without another word,
he let go of the chain,
unlocked her collar
he removed the plug,
put away his flogger,
watched her getting dressed,
leaving with no words.
Too late for everything,
too many safewords unheard,
too many welts on soft skin,
too much sadness overlooked,
too much power in his hands,
too little care for her well being,
all weighed heavily in the end.
She has gotten over him,
he still remembers her,
in his nights of loneliness
he tries to sleep in her cage
but she took everything with her
even her tears, even her scent.
Really?
At times I wonder...
did you really care?
At times I wonder...
did I really care?
Two beings astray,
two souls in lust,
two frenzied bodies,
two fates entwined.
At times I wonder...
why we did part,
at times I wonder
if we said goodbye,
and at times I see
there¨s no going back..
Whispers
Just whispers on your skin,
between intervals of lust,
traveling through desire,
fighting mortality and time.
Whispers on your skin,
our journey together,
through vast empty lands
and hidden pinnacles.
No minute next to you
has left me without a mark,
I wear these proudly,
your whispers on my skin,
your desire is also mine.
Lust
As I remember you
and our brief time,
lust ravages my body,
lust pulses in my soul,
lust arches my back,
taunting the memory
of our days and hours,
bringing you back
from the secret vault
of a never-forgotten past.
If only
If I could close my eyes to your image
and wake up to your presence,
if I could feel the unrelenting pressure
of your arms around my body,
if only you were near, in the darkness
joining me on this journey through desire,
if only time had not taken its toll,
darkening our dawns and removing sunsets,
if only you knew of my primal longing
to be one with you, under suns and nights,
losing myself in the spiraling vortex of passion
to be born again in our long-denied union.
Buenos Aires, March 2019.
Reunion
Just prepare our chamber,
let flimsy veils tease our bed,
let time not move ever
and heavy curtains shield us.
Let incense burn joyfully
and all sound be muffled,
let us be lost and regained
in a thousand rituals,
endless exchange of forces,
till we become one at last,
in our search for ourselves
in the Other, the beloved.
Buenos Aires, March, 2019.
Puzzle
The puzzle lies in front of me,
pieces added, pieces missing,
the puzzle holds the secret
to the hidden labyrinth.
Ruled by unspoken laws,
perversely happy in its enigma,
holding answers not expected,
guarding doggedly its secret,
the puzzle beats to its music
guiding me through days, nights,
seconds and hours of despair,
of contentment, of oblivion.
The puzzle is, I see it now
my own self, my own life.
March 31st. 2019
Absence
He left her to her world,
he returned to his own,
she waited for him,
till there were no suns
to welcome his presence,
till no moon signaled
his steps returning.
She went to sleep sadly
with his beloved image
under her closed eyelids.
He went to sleep relieved
not to see her everywhere,
and found her in his dreams.
In the meantime, life goes on
the river still washes kindly
the sad pier and the old bridge.
Encounter
Strangers, just strangers,
under a bridge made of stone,
strangers exploring each other
in a territory without maps.
Strangers without names,
no stories, just themselves,
eager and yet ready to part,
once their bodies blended
Strangers under dark arches,
melting into each other,
losing themselves to madness
holding onto each other,
savouring life to its elusive brim
in the death like seconds,
in the spiraling vortex of climaxes.
Buenos Aires, April.2019.
Just you and I
Just you and I,
as we are now,
holding the ones
we were before
within ourselves,
in our secrecy.
Just you and I,
eager to live,
eager to love,
as we used to be.
Just you and I,
eager to feel,
eager to win
as we are now.
Just you and I,
let no one in,
but ourselves,
let no light in
but our eyes
shining eagerly
let no sound in
but ours in lust,
let no one enter,
till we have paid
our debt to Eros,
burning brightly
in renewed passion.
Buenos Aires, April 2019.
Love scenario
Portals of gray stone,
ancient bridges,
our dark old river,
and steely cold stars
silently watching us.
Nights of mystery,
unspoken words,
truths in the fog,
dancing silhouettes
on a white canvas.
You and I blending,
our bodies joined,
our souls meeting,
embracing desire,
defying time and fate
with the welcome death
of multiple climaxes.
Buenos Aires, April 2019.
Us
Lost in the fog of days,
found in the dew of nights,
eager to see you again,
standing at portals of time.
Your beauty untarnished,
your soul tried and bruised.
darkness and light joined,
my arms reaching out for you.
Your smile hiding secrets,
your eyes mirroring mine,
our past lies in lost gardens,
our present in fond memories,
in silver locks with lost keys,
in chains with mended links
in the barely lit labyrinths
of our hearts seeking comfort,
burning together through life.
Buenos Aires, April 2019-
Late hour words
Your absence shapes my days,
your memory shapes my life,
together they spin the thread
that binds me to your fate.
I question stars in the night
and wander through deserts,
I wake up wrapped in love
and fall asleep in heartache,
I muse through hours of toil
searching for you in all places;
nowhere near to be found
yet my soul bears your traces.
I feel your heart close to mine
and they beating together,
I can feel our lives entwined
our souls together blazing.
Buenos Aires, April 2019.
You and I
Just lost in dreams
of exciting nature,
given to fevers
of exquisite passion,
lost in endless desire,
pursuing relentlessly
never-ending pleasure,
you and I travel together,
exploring the seas of lust,
stopping at ports of love,
just to sail away in search
of spiraling climaxes
racking our frenzied bodies
and branding our souls.
Dreamland
Fantasies of sex, orgies of lust,
times of unlimited pleasures,
orgasms shaping hot nights,
words of fantasy and oblivion,
coolness melting like burning ice,
eager bodies aching to perform
under the gaze of a thousand eyes…
Buenos Aires, May 11, 2019
Star crossed lovers
Desire.
I just want you
to take me hard,
under a pale moon,
just use my body
to your pleasure
the moon knows
how to bless us
in spite of a world
that struggled hard
to keep us apart!
Buenos Aires, May 17. 2019-
You
Caught in the fog of time,
unsure of outcomes,
with days quickly fading
to the end awaiting us all,
I can still say confidently
that you are my beacon
in my troubled seas of life
and that I still honour
with body,soul, and mind
the joyous, lush miracle
of your beloved existence.
Oath
By all that stays unmoved,
by all that turns and bends,
I will find you ,my beloved,
alive or in a vault at rest.
I am the one you met before,
in times forsaken and gone,
the one that loves your body
and worships your sweet soul.
Tied to immortality and fog,
to rivers and bridges under mist,
I am the one I have always been.
a creature of countless nights,
looking for who once, long ago
against all ,belonged to him.
Yours will be the only kiss
who will welcome me into life
or cast me away to eternal death,
I shall take the risk as lovers do,
and defy all to become yours
just as you dared become mine
in times lost in dark memories,
under stone bridges and masks.
. June 2nd
Realization
Time and the glory
of your marble body.
My desire for you
present in everything,
love endlessly shaping
our hours around dawn.
Death means nothing,
neither do the years,
our thwarted connection
has given us immortality.
June 5, Buenos Aires.
Reasons
You must know I loved you,
there was no other road,
I craved your presence,
because you made me yours,
I desired you till spent,
you were my own cursed kind.
I am still waiting for you,
suspended over the threshold
of past lives, the present time
and our elusive minutes...
Just join in me in my solitude,
we are old friends after all,
we met even before we were born.
Buenos Aires, June 9th,2019.
Twin flames.
We travel through rooms
of our own making,
secrets within fantasies
we keep in dark chambers.
We wade through waters
of our chosen oceans,
questions unanswered
in the constant flow of time.
We lose ourselves to reunite,
in the awakened joy of each other.
June 12th.
Reasons
Perhaps time will try to devour us
in its search for flames and souls,
to not let us see our dawn together,
maybe nights will have no stars.
Maybe memories will be a burden,
maybe waters will cover our names,
maybe odds fight our reunion
under our bridge just at twilight,
maybe the moon will cry for us
maybe our portals will go to dust.
Still, I will remain at the threshold,
my collar in place ,my body firm,
you´ll find me, proud to be yours,
I will make you proud to be mine.
June 14, 2019
Maybe
Perhaps time will try to devour us
in its search for flames and souls,
to not let us see our dawn together,
maybe nights will have no stars.
Maybe memories will be a burden,
maybe waters will cover our names,
maybe odds fight our reunion
under our bridge just at twilight,
maybe the moon will cry for us
maybe our portals will go to dust.
Still, I will remain at the threshold,
my collar in place ,my body firm,
you´ll find me, proud to be yours,
I will make you proud to be mine.
June 14, 2019
Just feeling
In the city with a river,
under bridges of stone,
in the city of dark portals
I carry your dear image
within my loving heart.
I wear my feeling for you
as a badge to be seen,
I go through gray crowds
dressed in your desire,
I live along heartbeats
echoing your name
and sleep during nights
held by our mutual lust
through time and distance.
Our city
Time on the other side of things,
hours fleeting into silver mirrors,
far away an old song playing,
nearby the river and its murmur,
in the city of bridges and portals.
Lust bursting through stones,
minutes racing into love affairs,
far away a strange dance calling
all true lovers to join in its steps
in the city of nights and dawns.
Love breathing in small gestures,
hidden smiles and dried tears
in the city that saw us grow up
and come together in reunion.
Night memory
Out from the silence of years,
lost in the memory of dead seconds,
walking through the labyrinth of time
knowing the way out is deeply hidden
and the centre perversely elusive,
I can still say your memory lingers
in the city of bridges and dark river,
in the flowery scent of warm nights,
in the fading music of some old bar
and in the crossroads of my own heart.
Fear not
Fear not, my most beloved,
the city keeps our liaison secure.
The old stones have engraved
our names
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