42- The two of your lips
“But young people often make mistakes, and seriously in this: patience not entering into their way of being, they throw themselves at each other, they scatter, in all their lack of clarity; Although their soul is barely more than a sketch, imprecise disordered, they come together. But what? What can life do with this tangle of soft forms that they call their union and that they would like to call their happiness? And what tomorrow? Each one loses himself for the love of the other, and loses the other too and all those who may yet come. And each one loses the sense of belonging and the means to achieve it.”
Rainer Maria Rilke.
Both of your lips
You don't know where I'm back today... where we used to scream...
I missed you so much – Mia confessed, dedicating herself to the dedicated task of stroking his hair.
Me too – Rocío said, looking at her like a candle in her pure driving state – Do you know what I like? – Mía asked, smiling – When you look at me like that, as if we had just made love and you felt like the most complete and fulfilled woman, and the truth is that you haven't touched a hair on me, you are quite slow this weekend, miss. – Mia raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips.
So quite slow? How slow? - Rocío asked, capturing her in her arms. – I just missed you – The candle would soon burn Mia's skin – I wanted to observe you, observe you until I was hypnotized. I never tell you enough but you are so beautiful Myself, you are so beautiful.
Mia felt her heart beating strongly and submissively, as if it wanted to come out of her chest and at the same time she had never felt more comfortable beating inside her chest cavity.You are also very beautiful my love, I love your moles, they make you so beautiful, more beautiful than any woman in this world.
Sometimes I suspect that your parents made you a star-gazing night, which is why you wear a constellation on your skin.
I like that theory – Ro admitted – I haven't told you what my favorite moles of yours are.
What are they?
They are these – I touch his lips – These two – Rocío ran her fingers over his lips, caressing the two moles he had in the upper corner. Two small spots like the splash of a brush hid Mia's lips.
I always wear lipstick, you never see it – Mía whispered, surprised. He felt like something broke in his chest. The heat had spread throughout her body, she was now made of molten metal. No one had ever detailed her to the point of liking something about her that she barely paid attention to.
The Love of Lesbian song stopped playing and as if the girls' thoughts had requested it, Birdy's fingers began to play, making magic on the piano.You are also very beautiful my love, I love your moles, they make you so beautiful, more beautiful than any woman in this world.
Sometimes I suspect that your parents made you a star-gazing night, which is why you wear a constellation on your skin.
I like that theory – Ro admitted – I haven't told you what my favorite moles of yours are.
What are they?
They are these – I touch his lips – These two – Rocío ran her fingers over his lips, caressing the two moles he had in the upper corner. Two small spots like the splash of a brush hid Mia's lips.
I always wear lipstick, you never see it – Mía whispered, surprised. He felt like something broke in his chest. The heat had spread throughout her body, she was now made of molten metal. No one had ever detailed her to the point of liking something about her that she barely paid attention to.
The Love of Lesbian song stopped playing and as if the girls' thoughts had requested it, Birdy's fingers began to play, making magic on the piano.Are you hungry? – Rocío asked, releasing her prey and turning face up on the bed.
A little – Rocío hugged her tightly. - Shall we go to McDonalds?
McDonald's? Umm well that's fine. But first I have to give you something I owe you. – Rocío said caressing her girlfriend's legs.
Look but before you give me that. I still have to give you something, miss. – Mia announced
Come on skinny love just let me in
What thing? – Rocío asked with a mischievous look. Mia caressed his lips with her gaze.
I love you
He kissed her as if the mouth he was kissing were those of his grandfather's glasses that had survived the fall. Now he had to take care of them more than ever because of their fragility and how lucky he was to be able to kiss them.
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
Me too. No matter how many times we argue, no matter how many times we make mistakes, Mía Berhnhardt. I want to have you here in my bed, until you are old and wrinkled.
Really?
Umm not so old. Oh well yes – Rocío joked while Mía covered her face with her hand so she would stop talking.
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You tickle my hand when you blink like that! for! – We laughed while Rocío held my arm and I blinked at her in the palm of her hand. Laughing, we did a dance on the bed, tickling our bodies with any end we had within reach, elbows, feet or ankles to tear and hips, neck and navel in sight to bite or squeeze.
Come on skinny love,
My mymy, my mymy, my-my my-my...