42 Ways of Rolling Eyes

From the beginning of time, which is about 25,000km away, there is a beginning from which I still pray. Made with love, only once, is enough to beset in circular motion the time that we spend, together, in love again.

Lidia really enjoys having a shower. Sometimes so much that I have to wait for her, for hours, if not days, until I can finally hear the pipes sound up a hiccup with the sudden drop of pressure. Then I put the book down, laying it besides on the white covered bed, and leaning back on my muscular hands I do raise myself just a bit, so to raise the attention, looking with an expectation towards that hidden corner from where she will suddenly appear, completely naked, and fresh. Those moments last as an eternity. And my muscles, all powered up, almost trembling with excitement. My eyes brightened up that I could almost lighten the traces of dark between us. Just to see her fresh, moisturized, naked skin. And then, what I hear is: "Can you pass me the towel please?". And then, without a trace of hesitation, I do jump up as a panther from bed and am immediately there, right in front her, naked, touching against the sharp tops of her immaculate breast, stating: "Here it is, darling." Then we kiss. The towel drops with an art of curvature. Her eyes roll back into the passionate hug. And we kiss. And kiss. For every drop.

Photos from the King's Beach, Caloundra.

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