is the Medieval era ... the room is dark, dimly lit by candles that form a circle on the floor and the moon coming through the large windows of the old building.
She was kneeling in the center of the magic circle you have drawn for their protection, and closed with candles that light up the place, waiting ... for centuries has waited this meeting.
know that he is seeking, it has been doing through their lives.
never eternal rivalry that has existed between Wizards and Sorcerers have influenced the voracity of the passion that consumes them.
still belong to families who use magic differently, they have come to love in an almost obscene from the beginning of time.
at this time will not do, despite what you want with every fiber of his being still be protected within the magic circle, does not want to be left crushed by that passion so dull.
In these thoughts is when the wind begins to blow louder to the point of opening one to one large windows, letting leaves everywhere and making some candles turn off and not let others fight to extinguish its light.
noticed a strange perfume in the air, the woman feels, has been left unprotected by discarding the circle ... you know he's there in the room watching ... and waiting.
A young man materialized before her, is slowly tipping into a squatting position and look with desire.
His eyes, deep black, lost in the interior of the beautiful woman and you can see the moments of pleasure that have lived at various times in various stocks. Equally
slow start to slip until the legs of its prey, legs, the wind has laid bare and that he remembers well.
Sorcerer His hands, hands wanted for her, finally ... finally settle on your ankles and start to caress her legs sliding down her thighs burning up to strip her of her clothes.
She leaves, the time waiting for it ... a whip of pleasure courses through the body, belly burns with desire and guts can not wait to feel it inside but ... not yet.
always been like that between them, extend the time of delivery based on the pleasure of the moments before ...
already on it, seeking his mouth that gets anxious, voluptuous, lascivious ... as it always has with him. Their tongues tangling, which suck up to the last moment of life together, until who knows when.
She seems to strip the clothes and he that attacks, like a fight melee enemies to death without pause or respite ... and eyes that look between moans and gasps of pleasure and not allow delay a minute longer the time of delivery.
Its essences back to melt and re-write the misfortune of his love and his desire in bodies that have become ethereal and in the dance of their love, have risen from the ground. He
, considered a petty sorcerer by the family of the apprentice magician, who is destined to exercise a high magic ... but never achieved.
His commitment to this earth and physical passion so it apart from any possibility of learning the great mysteries ... and well ... life after life ...
When she wakes, he's already gone, with his desire and his consummate passion and that love that pierces the heart and will escort you to the next time it meets ... in other bodies and elsewhere, always the same hope but also with the same barriers.
Not even the magic can prevent tears running down her cheeks, all because of the curse that others have invented their rivalries.
Punishment of having to live with the memory of the man she loves in the essence that has left in her womb, in the hope that it will burn the skin and in that love that only he drowns in the heart waiting for a next time ...
September 2010
Patricia O. (Patokata)
Montevideo-Uruguay
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