Dalia

The railway station at the edge of the Cinque Terre is empty, it's getting dark. It is an evening in late April, low season, but the day was bright and you took many photos, which you will present at a competition, you have many talents.
The wagon of the local train that will take us back to Parma is empty, dimly lit, it's just us.
As soon as we were seated we both understood what it meant, we threw ourselves against each other, tongue to tongue even before the train started, in a hurry, as if this gift should have been granted to us only for a few moments, instead of one hour.

The touch of your tongue and your breath, which I would also recognize blindfolded, your hair on my face and my hands under your dress, and this journey is only a foretaste of what we will do at home.
This day could not have ended better, this pause we took from ourselves. The only day you loved me.

Yes, because ours is a mortal duel, the Eastern Europe woman who marries Italians in series, only to be able to divorce taking advantage of the shitty laws in force here.
And I knew it from the first moment, yet in spite of this you accepted the challenge, it's funny, it's from the beginning that we play open hand.
Why are you doing it ? To test yourself? I for my part know only that a single false step would be enough for you to take me away everything, even my underwear, even my internal organs if you found a buyer.

I don't want to ruin your clothes, but I almost tore off your blouse to get to the space between the two breasts, where the skin is more delicate.
Your breasts with large dark nipples surrounded by veins, you have nursed, it is there that you have your sensitivity and you want them to be tortured, you made me understand it with gestures the first time.
I already know that when we are in bed, when you are naked, I will throw your legs on my shoulders, to sink deep, then i will tug these breasts and raise you, and let you fall and again.
It is the awareness of danger that makes everything more alive, not even with the Angel it was like this, and it ain't easy being better than her.

You hold me by the neck with both hands, I look up while biting the nipples, your eyes are closed and your lower lip stretched out, you swing your head in jerks as if shivering with cold.
Or like crying.
Crocodile tears, in our few days together I could recognize all your techniques, the psychological tricks, I admired your competence.
For what you would like to do, for how you do it, I admire and love you, even more today as you are loving me back for a moment, I feel it shivering under your skin.
So much so that if you really could win and ruin me, I'd even be happy. That's why I never used a condom with you, did I?

You opened my pants and found it hard, it's not new, it's always like this when you're here, even after sex it refuses to lower its head, i wish it could do the same with any woman.
And you push me away, so you can have the room to give me head the best way, like you did yesterday as a good morning, like you still did in the afternoon on the couch.
And I never came this way, but I still appreciate your good will, and with my fingers i massage your neck under the ears.

"I feel like a young girl again."
The only words you said all along the journey, me not even this, I had other things to do with my lips.

As soon as we got off the train the truce is over, we had dinner back in Liguria, so we end up at home immediately, immediately in bed, and I told how i can't get tired with you, twice I took you, but now you are the one refusing to cum.
When I'm done you squeeze my thigh between your legs and rub, I haven't been enough, you know how to punish haughtiness.
And while you do it, I clasp your head to my chest, I caress you, you can make me feel ashamed.
And still later, under the blankets, with your face hidden in my arms, you tell stories about how hard your life has been and how unfair i'm being, not wanting to marry you and take responsibility for what will surely happen after what we have done. This is how we fall asleep, and tomorrow the airport awaits you.

Morning, I open my eyes, you are crying. What do you have ? Blood. Menstruation has arrived just today that you have to leave, an abundant flow too.
Game Over dear love, I won. And you ask if I would be willing to host you a few more days, you don't know if you will have the strength to face the journey in your condition.
And I answer that if it were just my decision, I would keep you with me all my life.
That's when you decide to pack your bags and take them to the station.
Where another train took you away.



(Dalia, female name and ornamental plant of the Asteraceae family.
In Lithuanian, female name and weaving goddess of fate, from birth to death, similar to the Fates. )

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