MARIANTHI DEVAKI
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don’t switch on moons and lights tonight,
for I have a paper heart
...Her shoulder was naked, with the strap of her dress fallen by the side and, the way the moonlight pierced through the ornate wiggly window rail, it drew lacy wings on her back. She looked like an angel. A spider in the corner of the old wall was hurriedly weaving its own lacy web, forming a circular refined trap, which deceived the eye as it looked like a piece of knitwear.
I stroked her cheek and her hair behind the ear, slightly lifting her childlike face with the sensual characteristics as I wanted to offer her my hand for a pillow to protect her from the hard and inhospitable floor. Then, she opened her lips, waiting for my kiss, and she grabbed me by the white shirt to bring me closer to her body. I kissed her half-open lips, she attached them to mine and, without our lips parting, she sat up and dragged me out in the garden.She was kissing me like never before, with passion and seduction, along with doubt and tears that reached my mouth like the saltiness of the rocks that let out a sensual sigh around us. I drank in her kiss for a long time, mixed with the tears and the taste of wine in her mouth, passionately, incessantly, for I couldn’t have my fill of that taste. She seemed to give it all to me with that kiss, with all her might, the authenticity of her being, her desires in love-making, her oaths gripped by the pain of doubt that I had caused. And she surrendered to my love, once more.
