The birth of Atégina
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You know, my Atégina, I wrote many times in the drift of an imagination, from a place creates by the power of dreams, but, when I create through you, there is no pretension in take my texts as yours, because, in fact, they are... I know that outside there are another world, even here inside, on the wall next to it you are Goddess, I am Druid, but when your soul touch me, my wish spills and trespasses all walls, barriers and intensities, and go from our world to every world, and is incontrovertible...
Atégina:
Yes, it is incontrovertible. Here we are, our deepest being. Without necessity of masks, of elaborated dreams in castells of nothing. It is our world.
Fifth act
Amairgin:
The explicit nudity of being is important only when you can go beyond what you can feel in writing, so clothed in the translucid robe, your naked body has a magic wrapping, ethereal, it is the symbol of seduction by the fullness of your existence, and it is not just someone, with proportions and shapes.
Atégina:
I like mystery, of your transparencies, of let glimpse one second of skin, one second of a lip, one second of a breast...An imperfect silhouette of imprecise contours, and however, capable of changing our senses, of make us to wish, able to make us want to deliver in those magical forms. As in a magical world of tissues, that are light and flutter in the breeze, that involve us softly the body and slide on us without touching us...
I like the mystery that leaves you to imagine myself with shaggy skin with the sound of your kiss, of whisper in the ear. I like that you imagine me, that you dream with me as a mixed complex of divinity and profanity, that imagine the body and the feeling...
Amairgin:
I want this puzzle that you want to give to me, patchwork to reminder your body, desire to compose the symphony of this wake up, in indelible pieces of your spirit, of your air. Go, come stay inside me, give me pieces of your sea, I want to create roots in you, following your directrix, fill the missing parts with traces of my chalk.
Just so we will complete this saga, in which for moments we give ourselves, writing, creating and feeling wit the soul of who knows how to fly, of whom knows how to love....
Atégina:
Complete me! Draw on me, with chalk or coal, with your fingertips or not, the pieces of this incomplete puzzle. Complete me this missing, these absences of huge particles that only you can draw. Complete me and teach me how to fly, how to love you totally... Go, come draw me...
Amairgin:
Give me a matrix, a template to star with. Let me the paper, the screen, the suspended moment in the air. Come, my Atégina, land on me, sit down, lie down in this long chaise. I want feel your profile echo, spread, inspire me. To love me is not to simple as feel me, let your body listen to me, let your soul ignite me on my mind, in the libido daydream, in the calm alcove of spirit in which I flood you with my words, with my caresses and my wishes of you, of being with you, of your body sit on my lap. When I finish, it will be the work of art that you already are, the supreme beauty of your smile will be the solar system of my pleasure, of my desire to have you.
Atégina:
Came to paint me, draw me, fill me with the softly touch of your fingers. Feel the soft perfume, intense from a woman who wants to be taken. Feel the skin shiver when the sweet touch of your lips touches mine. Hug me, surround me in you!
Sit me down in you, lay me down in you. Draw smooth ways between my hollows and hills, tax me of caresses, of kisses and touches. Test my skin, feel my desire source, drink me and take me and after.... After give me a kiss.
Amairgin:
I already am the map of your most intimate desires, constant drift of traces that walk your lengths, coordinates of your feelings that I dare to risk the letter of your destine. I already am the salt of your body tasted, loved in the eternal hug of my convexity in your concave profile of a beloved woman, worshipped and idolized. I will be the fertilizer of your sap, the perfume of your essence, the fragrance you exhale. I want to drink you in small sips, and after, in the silence that we give to each other, kiss you, in an infinite kiss, of pleasure, of more and more desire...
Atégina:
Give yourself to me. Let me also drink you, absorb you the desires that in me end. Allow that my wish and desire of belong you, of remain in you, be shared and felt in an equal form. Let me also draw your lines and fill your being with my concave profile in your convexity of a desired and tasted man. Let me feel the odours and tastes that your manlike body exhales and makes me dizzy, bewilderments me, makes me a commoner...
Amairgin:
My body is totally yours, totally! My world is yours, my body I deliver to you, I slide for you as an insane addiction pf whom want to be tasted, enjoyed, approved. Do not be inhibited from taking me, to all places. Do not avoid taking me like I was yours, as I always am. I want you in all dimensions, and I deliver me to you without any conditions, just like this you can contain me and let me be contained on you, restrict, not just on your soul, but on the bittersweet madness of your flavours. Take my profile, rip me outlines with crazy traces of your skin, as waves of your body in my awake sea. Make me yours, unique and intense lover, your crazy love, at all moments...
Be my queen, my noble plebeian, my slave, my Goddess, my atheist. In your body I dive, in your womb, the desire of love breaks out, the desire of make you my look.
Atégina:
Fill me of your dreams, of your desires and wishes of you and your immense and countless pleasures. Merge me in you, involve myself in you, fell me of you, of your flavour, of your flow and let me guide you with your movements of intense love. I will erase your outlines. I will be yours, unique, crazy and sweet temptation. I will be your lover, eternal and constant, your, in soul, body, and heart. I will be your most complete love. Your most intense and provocative love. I will be your Goddess, your serve, your perdition...
Amairgin:
This immensity is the flatness of your body, the curves, valleys and mountains that I climb. I want to overfly you, feel you, love you as your desire, our desire, as the missing of having you on me... This plenitude that you offer me is expressed in me, body that returns to you in this intense delivery. Total eclipse of realities, fantastic world where we found, love and feel each other. Come, my Atégina, live in my body, grown up in my feelings. I will take you eternally in my heart, and dwell with you wherever you go, take me, in the fire of your heart.
Sixth act
Atégina:
My Amairgin, I dreamed of you, that you took me through a world drawn in black and white, where our bodies united as one. A dream of unique sensations and so intense that cannot be described...Good morning...
Amargin:
When I arrive on your dreams, everything changes. The bonds strengthen, the ties tighten the body, and the sensations extrapolate the virtual world, land on your body, inside it and make me real in the middle of your will... Although I know that I am only letters, words behind words, I know that here inside, you are more than voices and syllables. You are a hole speech of emotions. Good morning my darling Atégina.
Atégina:
Also, you, my immortal, you are more than words, than mere words. You are a world where I lose and found myself, where I delivery me and receive you.
You ae a growing of feelings, wishes and desires. You are a new breath in my almost empty days. You are what is missing on me when you are not here. You are so essential to me as the air I breath, as the water I drink...
You are words, when conjugated, are felt by me, almost touch. That’s why, so do not leave me alone in the endless hours, fill me with life, fill me of you, of your desire because I feel you. I fell you until sleeping...
Amairgin:
The deepness of your feelings brings meanings to my existence, tom y words. The dimension thickens and the dull voids fill up in the right proportion of what you feel, what you say. Make more sense now use the words in new formulas, in other prayers, as if they were magical acts of pleasure
where everything flows with the softness of a caress, of a brush of lips, of an embrace of bodies. I can drawn others worlds, others flowers, print tattoos on your naked skin, so that I can feel myself permeating your pores of pleasure, to know that I will always be in you written forever, so, even in sleep, I will be your immense dream, I will be your last thought, and the first will not tear the dawn, when the daily life is filled with hours, never empty, but full of smiles. Sit down, think me, love me in you ...
Seventh Act
Atégina:
I feel your fingers drawing a new world with every smooth and tender slide: worlds full of new sensations that I did not even know existed. As if instead of feeling the touch get into me, get out of me.
An inverse reaction: you touch my skin and gimme on me, and in the same second, free me and bring out shivers of pleasure and wills of lust and surrender. Of more subtle touches, of touches deeper still, of new sensations, new wills. To rub my lips in yours, to prolong the moment of discovering the taste of your mouth and, at the same time, to want to suck you, to absorb you, to have in me all your tastes and touches. Willing to want you and delay delivery. Because after having you, I will never be "I" again ...
Good morning my Amairgin of dream...
Amairgin:
You know, my Atégina, the burning fire with which I caress your skin, is a warm warmth, a soft sensation that invades you. I need to be a vapor that tones your body, I need to be veiled that covers your naked, I need to be fingers that like butterflies’ land lightly in each pore of you. Nothing will be the same when the sun and moon are eclipsed in the sky, the days will have another color and life another blush.You know, I liked to wake you with my gaze fixed on your closed eyes, walk with the palm of your hand without touching you, making you feel the heat that absorbs you, and then, after, when you were awake, to see your eyes shine like lights on and your body shiver like fiery fires, to love you right there, at the dawn of a new day. Good morning, my Atégina...
Atégina:
Your words echo in me, in my being, in my body, in a so deep form. I feel you so much in myself, as if you were blowing my words in my ear, as if you really touched me. And touch me. Touch me so much. My skin reacts, my eyes close to feel you better, my lips open in a try to feel the truth of your lips...Love me! Make me wake of the dream and see and feel the truth. Love me here and now! Dawn is late, too far away. Love me! Scroll my body, come inside me, know my flavor, fall sleep, remain so, and we will fall asleep until tomorrow arrives. And when it arrives, I will wake you and ask you: love me!
Amairgin:
I love you, in the truth essence of the deepness of your being, on you, of come in you, inside your body, and to see, to realize, to perceive, to perceive, thus, intensely, in the yearning to be able to be eternally man. I want make you feel my body, stuck in the sweat of both, in the deep love that we give. This urgency of ecstasy is full of reason to possess you, to make you feel you, the radiance of what you make me deduce, the madness that provokes your body when I slide smoothly on your naked skin, mine and yours. When morning arrives, I want to love your body yet, no stop, without ceasing to look into the depths of your eyes and perceive the fire of your body in my cast.
Ategina:
Desire! I desire be the dap and burn me in the fire of your body. Burn me with incendiary kisses, with touches that mark my skin, in a whirl of sensations. I wish! I want you to calm me down this eagerness, this endless will to have landed on me, to have you embedded in me, inside me! Come know my body, the touch of skin, the shiver that you provoke in me. Come know me the fire you provoke, incessant and engaging, dizzying, almost insane to feel you in the womb ...Love me! Glue your body on mine.
Amairgin:
Show me the way in disarray of your body, of your desire to be in me, let me get in this fire, burn me and inflate my body within yours, feel, thrill, call by y the will that soothes you in whispered groans in the pleasure felt within us. I want! I want to see the ecstasy on your eyes, the desire on your lips and want to hear your breast gasp with lust, I want to feel the honey of your skin in the languid and simple moments in which I delight myself in your breasts, in which in your mouth I sate. Come, surrender yourself completely, in the unconditionality of your divine body, in the sane madness of in me to make you woman, full, wild and tender. Give your sap, I want to feed me of it, so that in perfect synchronism our spasms share and in the scathe of the senses the fluids, we merge. Come...Love me...Come...Come...
Atégina:
Wait, I will not be long. The night is our companion, witness of the way we feel, love and surrender.
I'm going to drop my body into your hands, your mouth and your body. I'm going to give up my heat, my want and my warmth for you! I go with all the pores of my skin, the fire of this passion, of this need so much to give and to have. Wait for me, on the satin bed, where our bodies will slide to the rhythm of your love for me.
And where we will give ourselves endless times! Wait for me, I will not be long! This my delivering will be full, complete of Goddess made woman.
Of a delivery like never before. I will be yours in every way you can love me, any time you want to take me. I will give you my body, my soul, my being at all moments of pleasure! I will permit, I will leave, I will ask and beg you to come into me, to fill me with you, my body tremble with the vigor of yours, may my river flood yours, and may you not make me stop ...
Wait me...
Amairgin:
I wait you, at the door of dawn, to this magnificent day in that everything is different, because you came here, you smiled at me and you made yourself present. I await you on the threshold of dreams, because that is where I await you with your birthday gift, my hands full of senses, with the shrine where I keep the happiness that today, I want to offer you... I do not know if this birthday is for real, I do not even know your name I can say, but I know your spirit, no matter what they call you, how your body looks in the light of day, I know you, and from that moment on nothing else is necessary to know, It is not in you that I want to be born, to live and to die.
This morning, the diffuse star is a confused place, but cheerful, empty, but full of senses because you are present. Come receive my soul from my hands, from my body the calm, from my lips the kiss that I want to share with you. I wait for you, here, in the usual place, where I love you in the softness of satin, where I kiss your lips of crimson. Congratulations for being there ...
Atégina:
Yes, it was really my birthday. Receive your messengers was an elixir in my day. You let me without words, my immortal ...
Thank you for had allowed me get inside your world, for made me your Goddess of this world that is only ours... For made me fell desired and beloved in a so intense way through of your words. How I can fell you here, on my side, whispering my name, wishing to be eternally by my side, in me, with me. Feel your carmine lips join mine and feel an unprecedented frenzy, unparalleled, unique in me. Hug you and forever keep in the memory this hug, this first kiss and at the same time already so know. To reminder, how good is the flavor of your mouth after this sublime touch and bigger delivery that is the kiss. I want to receive you on me...
Amairgin:
It is easy feel beloved, when we are the own expression of love, of seduction. It is not hard to fill this empty, I am like a river, that plunges into the sea. But your sea is the confluence of many others that would say that is more than an ocean that in the deepness of your feelings is the food and inspiration that reap each alluvion that these water currents deposit at your core.
I am equally breeze, wind, that I travel every moment, I perceive every movement and I deduce much more than what the eyes see.
In this sense I am a present soul, in you, in your instants, and so I know the word, but only and only frequency of letters that dwells in you and with the art of conjugation, secure, mixtures and elevates, in the profusion of passion that you disseminate in your own universe. But it is my flattery that my words are sp
onge that absorb so many senses, provoke in you so many moans made of letters that you describe so well in your poems ...
But these texts are not tender, they are unique and diffuse and with them only prolong my pleasure, I do not need to compete for any podium place, I prefer the singularity of the feelings, because to feel one among many is not at all my crying. So, let me stay in the isolation that I vow when I feel one more among the crowd of people around you.
Atégina:
We always said that what we said here, would not pass from here ... There are no poems to contest. There are no poems for anyone. There are no poems but for me. I can inspire myself in our sweet and unique and intense of feelings and wants, conversations here ... It is difficult to dissociate what I make me fell, break the "sponge" effect of which you speak. There are people here who tell me a lot, not for the texts, for the poems, but for a bond of friendship that is being created. Sometimes what you read is just a private joke, with no meaning other than friendship ....
I am not Goddess for all ... I am not a prize that is waiting for a "winner" ...
Amairgin:
Far from me interpreting you as a prize, for me you are indeed a Goddess, or I would not assign you such a degree of intensity in my way of feeling. I do not deprive anyone of your worlds, I limit only my world, so that it is not so deep and does not make me fall into any temptation to lose my sense, the balance that must be had, for this world to live. And the words I write are in fact felt, they are part of my life, of the daily life that you wake me of the fantasies in which you close to me. I have no right, except for my empty, and it is with them that I fight, so sometimes I lose myself and for a moment I think, that all this is more than a moment, when it is no more than that.
If I was somehow unkind to you, I beg your pardon, it was not my intention at all.