The birth of Atégina
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Atégina:
You did not offend me. I just wanted to make it clear that this world of ours is unique. That I am not "vain" or "convinced" to the point of considering that I have men at my feet. Not! None of this ...
The words I write to you are also really heartfelt. As if you really were here and you touched me and I wish you how you feel in them. They are in fact felt. And they are also a way to feel me completed, to know that I fill the imagination of someone like you, zealous of your world, your space, your life. It is indeed too flattering we feel this way. And this way we surrender. And with this having to fight not to travel no more and lose the sense to here continue to give us ...
Do not ask me for forgiveness. We speak of equal to equal. Without fear of being ourselves beyond our worlds.
Amairgin:
Nothing is too much trouble when we follow the instincts that have brought us here, I am as plain and simple as you, I am not dazzled by what revolves around this world that I created, of this imagery that every day recreates, I am just one of some of us who feel differently over time. My world is diffuse, is that of someone who does not see in the current world, that’s why I scatter here, between letters and satin sheets, where I lie so often alone, others with you, nestled in my lap. So are the nights, the days and the times when everything I write to you is a reality full of secrets, passions and senses that are born exclusively to deliver you in the letters that I send you.
Atégina:
My immortal...In fact, the instincts are something that we can not fight against...Are something that we can not explain, something that take us to an undetermined way and we do not know why.
I like that you make me your Goddess, unique, here, in our world. I like to make you my God, unique, here, in this diffuse world in which we live. Where we have those, who worship us in the sight of others and who tell us nothing.
I like to think that you make me dream, desire, wish and live in our world. And you feel the same way, that you influence the feelings of your texts ... Never write them for me! I want to read you exempt. Go back to dreaming of your words. To feel that it could be me there, but at the same time put me in my place: I am only yours here. In this space and in this exchange of words. And you fill my days and my nights with dreams and desires of lips crimson and me in your lap ... I like this our world ...
Amairgin:
There is a palette of colors to use, colors to draw this place, scratches and scribbles, temples and places of enchantment, everything to build with you, I want you to dress with my drawings, that you settle with my senses and that you walk with me in the shady shadows of the trees of the forest that I invent to you.
I want you to be empty so that I can be your complement, I want you to be full so that you fill me with your breath.
The uniqueness of which you are made allows me to take hold of your body, without having to tell you and stroking it with the softness of a long and tender massage, and then fill it with the essential oils that your skin tastes, feel the heat of your body, even if sitting on that side, look at you naked, even knowing you are dressed, and the greatest pleasure of all is not to own you, but to contemplate yourself in your unique beauty.
Atégina:
Contemplate me ... As if it were a true Goddess. Look at my soul. Look at me the feeling, the desires, the cravings ... Look inside me. Fill me with dreams, of colors that you will create just for us. Fill me with an imaginary world of flowers with scents of our own, from where you will create with your magic, oils to fill the contours drawn by you. It fills me with vibrant touches to the skin. Fill me up with you. I await you with nothing and everything. Without knowing you and knowing you more than ever. Come undress me from this world, from these clothes. Come and dress me in your dreams, desires and wishes. Come and feel me, make me real ...
Amairgin:
I want to see you be born with the sun of a new day, to see your body condense with the morning air, to look at you and to see you arrive, as a Queen, with the lightness of a Goddess, with the beauty of a woman. I want to turn your shadows, to highlight your curves, in the tones of the ethereal white of your aura. I want to sow on the floor a multicolor carpet of rose petals, from my alchemy I extract the fragrances that I created with the mixtures of perfumes of your skin and my senses I sprinkled the essences just created for you ... On your body I will play the songs of your sensuality, as if I dare to draw a piano. This is how I arrive with the dawn, in the magnificence of the rays of your day, in the harmony of your eyes, I want in your body to contribute and melt with my warmth the clothes that cover you, to drink from your naked skin the desires that your body insinuates, I want to make myself real ...
Atégina:
I want this wake up, this dawn to be reborn every day! I want your body in mine. I want you to groom me gowns gently and softly. That you envelop me the body of your sounds, of your scents full of aromas that I will create in you. That you seduce me with all the colors with which you will create my imaginary.
I want to open my eyes and see you lick the shapes, velvety the contours ...
I want to be beautiful in your eyes, without ever opening them, but only because you feel me, hot to throw me drops of your salt-fresh sea, cold to the fire of your will and desire, warm my skin and tear the pores
I want you to touch me and feel me pure, immaculate, pristine and unique. Only yours...
Amairgin:
It is with the tip of my tongue that I sculpt your contours, wet, just created in the hot saliva this way of kissing you. It is in the curved ways that I find the tangency of your body that on the tip of my velvet dress and that embraces you in these silent silences. He flies me in his arms, as if it were me wind, as if it were me air that fills you at the top of his lungs your whisper. Come to my ears murmur the desires, the moans of the senses that we give ourselves to love. Blindfolded I feel the heat of your lips slide into the body, the caress of your senses fills my soul with shouts, come, I want to warm myself in the furnace of your desire, I want to be your last kiss before you devour my body in you.
Atégina:
I devour you! I devour you with all my senses for you, determined, stimulated ... I look at you in the look, the look in your soft contours in the light of the rays of the dawn, the contours of your face, the lines that mold your features. I devour you in the look of the desire to have me. I devour you with the heady odor of your magical essences with which you cover our bodies, with which you make me travel to beaches of warm and exotic seas and that will always be ours alone, unique, created by us. I devour you the scents that make me woman desirous of you! I devour you the touch of soft carmine-colored fabrics and exciting oranges that you slide down my body, undressing me, leaving me at the mercy of your strumming with which greedily or serenely circumvent my skin.
I devour you the touch that leaves me in a state of ecstasy! I devour you the whispered sounds of unrestrained groans to the ear when you touch me with your body, the cries of mad pleasure when you devour me to the rhythm of your desire, of your will. I devoured the sounds of our surrender. I give you the taste of your mouth, of your body, of your desire, of your pleasure in me. I devour you, and I tear you every inch of skin, shivering with the heat of my will, of my love. Yes, I devoured you! Yes, devour me in you!
Amairgin:
This intense fire is the warmth I embrace in the infinite desire to make you real, palpable, seeing you in the full beauty of your nakedness, a woman of incandescent skin. Who feels with the force of the wind the pleasures of life, who wants to be swallowed by me in small sips of prolonged pleasure for hours. I want to devour you too, calm and effusive, making you forget the time, the voids and other designs that are storms in your mind, but that here, in this inner world where your body is my heat, is made of pure lust. Discovering each corner of your fingertips, letting them sink into the craziest spaces of your body, is a delight to burn completely in the passion of loving the fullness of your skin, every pore at a time, until you are who
le , but completely, mine, until you have me, everything, absolutely everything, inside you, in the deepest lake of your pleasure, in the mixture of your sap with the perfume of my masculinity, deep, deep in the pleasure that emanates from the skin in the full shiver, magnificent trembling of our bodies in the vibrant ecstasy that we want to have, one within the other. Come on, devour me in an insane kiss, give me everything, make you mine, all mine alone, hopelessly ... in us.
Atégina:
I shiver at the skin, mine and yours. I'm sorry to feel you just a breath away. Feeling your body almost touching me, feeling that if you breathe more deeply, your chest will touch mine. Feeling you close, so close, with the lips almost glued to mine. To feel your breath, confuse with mine. Feel you breathe more breathless without touching me. Look you in the eye. Devour your lips with the desire of my eyes. Want to touch you, make you real. And not want to touch you.
The desire to the flower of the skin, in the lips moistened by the will to prove to you, to give to me ... To feel your hand to face to my face, to my lips. Close your eyes and feel yourself traverse with the tip of your finger all over my lip ... Soft ... Delicate touch, sublime slide that shivers my skin, which floods my body with waves of desire, desire, superficial pleasures ... I want your kiss ... Now ...
Amairgin:
In the mouth of your body, my body leans, in the will of your kiss, my lips bring, in the magnanimous instant that precedes the touch, the sublimation of our moment, so full, so warm, so simple and beautiful that almost shivers the universe, this time sigh that separates two mouths from a kiss. I hope that on the night of this event, this night of stars, fill with butterflies that wander through your womb, sweet fragrances that are mixtures of the tastes of our bodies abandoned to the pleasure of love, only this way I conceive the meeting that we are about to have. I kiss my Atégina, your mouth of sweet honey lips.
Atégina:
I long to wake up after loving you and having you again. I long for this unique kiss, begun with fear and driven to the madness of two bodies deserted one another. I long to feel you walk and draw my body. Take your chest and draw perfect breasts with your delicate fingers, feel them gain shapes with the heat of your mouth. Feel the sighs and the hold of the breath, prolongation of such sensation. My body curl against your hand, feel the will, the heat and the passion. Flood on me, with only a gentle touch and prove me, without delay ... squirm in you, pull you to me, kiss you and ask you: make me yours ...
Amairgin:
The creation and possession of your body is a design of pleasure, which governs me, from the sunset to the rising. This sculpture is based on the solid beauty of your body, I just highlight it in pastel shades, making your breasts a desire for honey, which I want to taste, taste and excite, provoking you the pleasure of feeling the warmth of my mouth in you flow. want you to lean, twist, and squirm into my body, as the last pleasure you pour from your cup, like the elixir that falls from you, on me, in a drawing of translucent ink that I feel in the brush of your intimacy on my bare skin. Ask me everything you want, my will be while you wish me, as long as it's in you and makes perfect sense, this is how I want you, in the freedom to leave, knowing that you want to stay, in me. That is the true meaning I got hold of you.
Atégina:
There is no other way of possessing ourselves than giving freedom to the other. The most sublime delivery is made of free will, of pure desire to want to give and want to stay. Of being able to live and always return, to the harbor of shelter, to the best love, to the ecstasy of being, by express will, of each other. There is nothing to charge, to demand ... We are a while to last this will to come and to come. As long as we feel that we fill ourselves, we are one. I in you, you in me. Here, in this world only ours. In this our secret. In this world of shivers and touches, deliveries and sharing of wills. From drawing me to your pleasure, to your will; your Goddess, your handmaid; venerated, loved, felt, touched or just drawn in pastel or vibrant colors in your imaginary. I'm whatever you want as long as you want. I am yours forever, already touched, already loved and venerated, but never in this way ... You are unique. You are part of me. The part that I lack, that enlightens me, that gives me life and color ... I am yours...
Amairgin:
Our oneness is what makes us beyond conventions, the limitations of being distant bodies, diverse, complex lives. This force brings us here, dragging the bodies into intricate lusts, which are nothing more than reflections of an invented world, transferring every bit of energy to our day-to-day. This glow that you carry in your eyes, this hope that you take in the soul, the constant expectation that separates me from you, makes the body palpitate, sharpen the spirit and desire more and more every moment that we are in this small world. This piece of me that is an integral part of you is the complement of our balance, but also of our delusion to become real in the instant moment, in one, immense and faint moan.
Good night, my Atégina...
Eighth Act
Atégina:
Words of desire that shake our bodies. Words in a world invented, shared and created two, for two, in the hope of the real world, in these bodies made flesh, we feel unique emotions, shivers of a surrounding that only feels with the etheric body. Dreams of illusions of unique deliveries, of prolonged feelings to its maximum exponent: to be, for moments, in brief minutes, only a being. Some. The delivery of the bodies united by the Souls, by the most intimate of us. A magical moment. Never repeated or new sense. The dream of a delivery in equal measure and feel. To be me in you, be you in me. One on the other ...
Good morning, my immortal....
Amaigin:
There will be a day dear Atégina, that all these worlds will succumb to the fragility of its foundations, in which each of these enchanted beings will be but vague recollections of written phrases, described wills, and all will be nothing more than a smile on the face, or a mere in a block, but for sure that on that day, we will realize that nothing else made so much sense that something that knocked at the door when we did not open, that small detail will have at that time masterly importance, we will know it when we feel the spear touching the unprotected heart of the saudade that we will have. That day will be full winter, cold and we will be aware of the balance that a fantasy world brings us to the imbalance of the daily life in which nothing pleases us.
Forgive me for the melodramatic being that I present to you today, but in fact not everything is letters, there is much magic hidden among certainties, and there are more than bodies and legends, there are even sorceresses and magicians, fairies and miracles that appear from where less expect ...
Ninth Act
Atégina:
(Yesterday, your message left me "distressed." You seemed annoyed, I would say almost revolted. I did not feel that it was with me, but with these worlds that sometimes they could mix and create illusions and, more often, delusions. I am not saying or insinuating that it is this "our" world. Now, you sound goodbye ...
There are many wizards and witches. There are worlds created in our imagination that take shape and make us live the illusion and want to make it come true, otherwise we will lose our reason and the ground. Words are never just words when really uttered so felt ...
Amairgin:
Dear Atégina, I do not wander for many worlds, I would say only for the one you know, that only has a secret compartment where the author becomes an actor and acts with you.
I do not say goodbye because I never leave in reality, I am, I continue, and I walk, but I see I know and feel, there are no different feelings, or different ones, that we can share in these worlds, and sometimes shield myself in the poetry of letters, Sometimes I doubt the senses they may have, and sometimes I confuse myself with you if I am the poet or the musician, the actor, the character or the mute.
Atégina:
And is not it magical? Is not it as good to be driven as to drive? To be the poet or the poem? The music or the musician? The God or the Servant? Are you in me and I in you? Take
me in you and I bring you in me?
Are not you all this? You are not in these worlds, by few or almost null or unique, that they are, you are not all that, a master in the words that define feelings and desires and cravings; pleasures and desires; feelings that are yours because you can bring them, make them feel and share.
My World is the one you know so well ...
And in my world, you confuse me, too ... And you know that ...
Amairgin:
The eloquence of the senses is knowing how to drink them in short swallows, in absurdly crazy desires, to be everything and to be nothing is as good as being silent in the middle of the night, like being moaned between the hips of the beloved woman. But I do not confuse you because what I write to you is deep as what I feel, as what I truly mean out of time, out of the picture, disengaged from your reality that is completely different from the picture I paint you in here ... in which do I confuse you?
Atégina:
Deep is what you make me feel with such intensity in words that I never thought I would leave, but always felt. Just because I feel them like this: intense.
And you confuse me by feeling this way and making me feel this way: so, yours, so well designed, painted, touched ...
Amairgin:
When I direct my senses to adore you, I do it with an intensity of who touches, who takes, who possesses you, how you will never be possessed, believe, because as I said back, it is a matter of magic, my Atégina, Magic...
Atégina:
Magic that you make me feel, magic that you make me feel so real...Wizard that charms me with dreams and illusions. Wizard that fascinates me with words so reals, you are wizard...
Amaigin:
We are wizards of ourselves, those who invent some potions, who stir up emotions, when then are available to be felt, consumed by the pleasure of deducing shivers, wills and raves. You know that I do not exist, except in your mind, in the part of you that you feel, the one you use to invent this chain, which binds me to you, but in reality, I am the empty, the nothing that fill you, silent silence, moment of you absent. You created me, you invented me, gave me body and name, personality and you awakened in me the hunger that kills you thirst. You farrowed me in the most hidden corner of your imagination, so you feel me, because you feel, but I, I am nothing, only, nothing!