The moon night and flooded deserted beach scintillating light. She was calm and promised eternal rest to their children. She called and attracted to imagine pulling it out shiny road through the night. So like nyrnyt and float through the sparkling flow of the Cold svetyaschemu stone and forever, crashed into a black abyss. Cold light blossom and raised, hot body, but increasingly hot heart.
Water quietly near pleskalas legs, and the Lunar road was dedicated in heaven. Sometimes watery surface was so quiet that it seemed worth step, and you will go to the moon and the stars. Only occasionally appearing ripples on the surface said that it is only an illusion created by a sick imagination tired of people's lives.
They both Manila overnight. They cherished every minute of this blessed time of day. All the life they lived in darkness, and no ray of light and happiness never probivalsya to their hearts torn lives.
The guy with a girl standing together at the very edge of the water and looked at the lunar road attractive as a magnet. One only step ... but cold wave nakatyvali ashore and broken in the very feet, obdavaya small spray. Yet it was a magic night ...
Lunar light poured on them and tried to break in the dark soul.
It seemed that it is not people. Net. This sea god that was out deep in their dark and beautiful nymph drowned in the embrace each other. Only woven together body and moonlight. Hot, voices have insatiable, rushing to complete a merger of body and soul. Obzhigayuschie kisses, hot skin contact. Lunar light flooded their razlilsya and happiness in their hearts. And they ducked into the night. Tel lost weight and gained unprecedented ease of the soul. They sailed together, touching each other, and raised above all, dissecting the body mystical light poles. They were among the stars, among them largely black, and the night he opened a veil its secrets. She took them, and these two saw much more than to see all the other death. More, much more
Live around satire and mermaid, nymphs and gods, heroes of ancient myths and traditions. All danced around them and the huge, warm heavenly lights, black lights, which razozhgla their dark love.
And now these two sometimes raise their eyes to the sky, they saw the moon, and always remember that a black light, opalivshy heart. Not rasseyavshy darkness, but even more sgustivshy poselivshy eternal twilight and darkness in the hearts of loving.
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