white world through the eyes of you. svitá.ona sun lying in bed, covered with white canvas on a white bed. in bed has rozstrúsené crumbs that has stuck to the sweaty pokožke.otočí the second bok.malá saliva drips into her pillow, which is so beautifully white and soft, exactly a long sleep. ray of sun blinds her skin tenderly prowl the feet, passes through the half-naked body to the lips, they are now slightly ajar, and as one light breeze her breathing. slowly the sun close to the caps, sun burned it. carefully opened his eyes and seen the power of the rays that awaken the mŕtveho.vedľa feathers flying around it. feathers, which he gently blows away, sitting on the ground. smiles at her and stroking her on the head. Stroking her brown skin. Thereby causing her shiver and grin on his face. He takes his face in his hands. They stare at each other and discussed herein. Remember the night with feathers and wine. One of those white nights when the moon shines on the world and covers all its splendor. Then happens that night, when everything žiarivé.Škaredé ošarpané and becomes a beautiful and clean. The water shimmers and the two of them lying in bed alone and venturing feathers on the ground. Because then it may be, at least he talked about. She thinks. Then may each be yourself and see the world clean and white. Therefore, those feathers. A morning, a morning full of nude sun carries the remains of dinner. He, with it, and the feathers. Especially those feathers in bed, on the ground near the window under the window ... She and her morning smile.
cuddled him to himself. His naked body it warms and protects from the searing rays sun. He does not want to get up, he loves the white night of his eyes. He is so calm. Just breathe slowly and in addition, blows away a feather of her naked body. -Si-beautiful thinks. She loved his voice. She loves when she reads his poems. Is somehow incredibly sexy. She rolls over to the other side, the hand Holding the curtain on his chest, restrained and gets up. How goes into the kitchen, tilt slowly falls to the ground. He gets up, take a feather from the table and goes into the kitchen. It begins with the world's eyes and senses ...
You know, i know, we smile ...