Linnea

A dream (Just a dream, nothing to do with reality)

20.05.2019

26

2

I crawl under your blanket.
I feel your searching hands
They are somewhat cold yet
I poke them in my hands

I arch my back
My mound on yours
You are now warm
I embrace your finger in my treasure

Your body is so perfect
Your smell is sweet
I love that fingers moving
I let my thighs a bit

Go in between and kiss me
I want you so much
I sense your lips moving
And kiss my willing open arch

One Day

07.04.2019

3

0

That day will come
Will not change a thing to you
That they know
Every thought
You've been thinking …

The words are over
And nothing happened,
True love
Is silence …

And you do not mind
If they see or don't
Then you will know
The true feeling of your freedom

The cake, the other half, all ready and baked

05.04.2019

24

2

(Second half of my story)

(Now as you remember, we enter space of fantasy.

The bear and the wolves, the cobra and the birds, my company.
The road is rainbow color, the door to the reality shut and close.)

I meet my similar, a copy of myself.
She wear just garment of seeing thru white silk, nothing under.
Totally nude, no way to hide
OMG me too.
We smile to each other we say hello.
Would you join me, she ask.
I nod approval.
I feel her fingers intertangle mine.
We step as couple fairies
Into the chamber of musical quart.

To left are violins
Then is viola
And cello close the ranks.

The violins sing like female, slitley vibrat.
Viola is more earthly, darker and mellow.
The cello is weighty, dark and powerful.
They all in tune of the 14th of my idol (Most known for his #9).

I look at her, our eyes meet.
I see the tears in hers, flow down her cheeks.
Why do you cry my pretty, I ask.
I am in darkness she whisper I need a guide.

I turn to her and hug her tight.
We are not copy we are the opposite.
I embrace her with love and confession
You be my sounds, I will be your sight.

She smiles so beautiful
Her skin glow sparkling stars
I return that gesture
And spread kisses on her teary beautiful eyes.

We walk now together
Where ever we go
On rainbow pavement
Fully strong and confident
Towards the truth.

Half cake straight from the oven

04.04.2019

18

1

When your day is bad or boring or just dull.
I suggest you open door to your imagination.
It is that simple and inviting.
Nothing can stop you from inventing.

Go ahead.
Press that handle.
Open just and check what you got inside.
If you see a dragon fire.
If you hear a roar of durk cloudy sky.
Close the door and run for cover.
But, if you hear the singing of the nightingale.
If you see the sun in multy colors.

Then fill your pockets with your best.
Walk inside and see what you can find.
Don't forget to close the door behind you.
Preventing unexpected elements to follow you.

Then wonderful things can happen.
The grisley bear will hug you wellcome.
The cobra wrap your neck as necklace his head an ornament.
A school of wolves will come along guarding every step like buddies.
The birds will sing you songs that only you can hear.
And miles long row of different creatures follows you.

You walk the path of yellow gold

First to your right the purple magic
That is where you will confront all your prejudic

Then the blue in many shades
That is where the sky meet water and makes you frange

Then green of lush and growth and clean air
Will guide you to your happiness

Now, your yellow golden path
That lead you to prosperity

To your left, the orange color is the juice for your fertility
Drink it to your pleasure when ever you can

And finally come red, some mistake as aggression

I see it as passion.

(Continue above*)

Day Dream

04.04.2019

3

1

When you touch my sail.

I hear angels play harp.

My hands are like the oars

Beating on top of the waves.

My legs paddle in the water.

My eyes close and soak up that pleasure.

When you kiss me

I surrender

Покер-кости

A dream (Just a dream, nothing to do with reality)

One Day

The cake, the other half, all ready and baked

Half cake straight from the oven

Day Dream