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Beloved city – Helen de Búrca

enter site The beloved city, like the beloved person, makes you move differently. You adapt yourself to its rhythms, your pulse quickens, your perceptions are more alert; the feeling of being constantly gazed at animates your movements. You come to know its least foibles well enough to predict them. Its personality grows more intricate the more you discover it: the twists and groans and chuckles, shouts and whispers, the blood-beat of its infrastructure, the topsy-whir of its inhabitants’ lives. It demands nicknames and immediately slips from their grasp. You wriggle into its language, learn to negotiate its secret folds and alleys, gloat over the quirks that nobody, as you convince yourself, has ever discovered but you.

watch You grow to know this city by heart, to recognise the smell that drifts over it on November afternoons, of rotting leaves and sad drains, and the peculiar way in which the noises intensify during rush hour; these become as domesticated as the warm salty odour of the shirt your lover discards when you meet, or the huffing sounds he makes as he sleeps. The city’s skylines are as distinctive, and as infinitely examinable, as the creases and contours of his face. The languid water, the bridges you cross and recross, remind you of his supine body, of shadows rippling on his skin, of tireless fingers.

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snuff cuckold tumblr and you are slowly torn across, and then across again, as if you are no more than a street map that is no longer required. As the end, a silent juggernaut, approaches, you attempt to fill yourself up with the essence of your lover, your city, your beloved.

source site You seek desperately to list those memories you allowed to flit away when they were experiences, for you had thought that they would be ever renewed, back in those days when you were still the beloved of your beloved.

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Helen de Búrca

teen girl sex porn Twitter handle is @helenlechat and some of Helen’s other publications appear here: heels g-string panties and amy lee go to site click here (in French)


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