The Kissing Tale

The Kissing Tale

I was lying beside you, your back against my belly. The room was cold, so I silently, smoothly, slipped out of bed to get another bedspread out of the cupboard, and put it gently over, so softly, you still went on sleeping.
I slid under the sheets, and slowly I passed my arm around your waist, put my lips in touch with your neck and started to kiss you, so gently and stealthy, at first you didn’t notice.
And you were so beautiful while sleeping, that I just kept on peacefully stuck to your skin, breathing, smelling, touching you all along with my arm over your side, with my eyes closed to concentrate, feeling everything that was there lying under my arm, embracing that piece of heaven.
Then I kissed you once and again while moving, following the shapes of your skin, approaching to your mouth bit by bit, and kissing you all the way from your neck to your lips.
I kept on kissing you once and again, softly, just the way you knock at the door with your hand, till your mouth opened. And you awoke.
Then you turned and kissed me back.
The room was dark and cold, and the glasses in the window had got watery with our breathing and the heat of our bodies.
Outside the weather was freezy.

Acerca de María Cristina Alonso Cuervo

I am a teacher of English who started to write this blog in May 2014. In the column on the right I included some useful links and widgets Italian is another section of my blog which I called 'Cornice Italiana'. There are various tags and categories you can pick from. I also paint, compose, and play music, I always liked science, nature, arts, language... and other subjects which you can come across while reading my posts. Best regards.
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