The Fiery Desire Has Braided Me And Has

The fiery desire has braided me and has thrown upwards, as a dry petal on fire fire. Yes that it occurs? What becomes? Two years we live, almost any day it is not passed without affinity, and the mad passion inflames me - all entirely, both a body, and reason, both soul, and bones, and veins - everything, all more and more! It I cold Artemis, it I am a passionless concubine of all previous men which possessed my body? Yet really now here, in this bed the odalisque, ready to rave in the passion, is the same woman, as last years?. About, Egor that you have made with me, what keys have pressed, what plugs have soldered that I became. Happy, what I have learnt power of a love fire? About, thanks you, I love, I love, I love you!. He has woken up, judging by breath, and lay silently, has then embraced me without words and has strong pressed. I could not wait any more! - Tell to me: now I will be you .! - Now I will be you .! - as the echo was repeated in a whisper by him. I have rushed to it - and already anything, even the death could not stop me! About as this has deeply entered a column into mine - and that was then! A storm, hurricane, shout, crying, , words which cannot even be imagined! What is the time it proceeded? I do not know! I was from above, then from below, then I was in front, then was behind, it twisted me in an any way, I was bent itself, and at last - its terrible growl and mighty pushes, as burning emissions from a hose which over and over again filled in my interior under improbable pressure.