It’s been a year since I was on the same train and on the same route traveling in the night.
One year ago, I was heading for you now, and now I’m on the road for a different reason,
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because the train will never stop at the train station to bring me to you. I gladly remember the excitement that I had because I had to meet you; the desire, and above all, longing … I can not sleep. Your memory, waiting for me in the small train station of that small mountain town, overwhelms me. I got off that day from the first carriage (I stood in the first carriage to see you as soon as possible, I was no longer patient), you came before me and we kissed tenderly, we hugged long, and the time stopped and the universe was condensed … I was not observing anyhing else around me, the wonderful landscape, the people who were fond of us as we were showing the longing that had accumulated since we had seen the last time.
I asked you to leave that place, my desire was inebriating. You put me back in your arms and put your hands under my shirt, right on my skin. At that touch you shuddered, and my knees soaked. I hugged you tightly in my arms, uncontrollably strong, and you bit my lip. We left from there in the wrong direction, we did not know the places, and when we noticed that we were not walking in the right direction we laughed and we came back. We were holding our hands and we were walking hard through the big snow, but through our hands, closely merged from one another, we became one person, moving through them our essence, one to the other.
We were kissing each other at each step, we could not have enough of each other, and it seemed like the hunger for you was growing instead of reducing. We were staring in the eyes, we were talking about everything, and especially … we were kissing as if the world had ended with the near separation. We finally reached the small town (the distance from the train station to the inhabited area was quite large) and we stopped to drink something, but the place was sordid. We continued to walk on the streets even though it was very cold, and you, while kissing me, showed me a building that was named “marriage house” and you loved me very much that you wanted us to get into that place right away. I kissed you, grateful for what you said.
I saw a hotel, I went to ask the price … it was too expensive for our financial possibilities, so we went into a pretty elegant and clean place where you asked for a hot chocolate and I for a dietetic cola. Itwas not bothering us that there were a few occupied tables in the local, we were kissing constantly. You stripped off your thick coat and stayed in a knitted wool blouse. I was so excited, I wanted you so much that everything started to spin around me. I touched you, I raised your blouse and caught your big breast in my hand, you sighed deep. The desire was so great that we had forgotten about ourselves. We stayed there, kissing and touching each other, I did not know for how long and then we left. It was the time we had to head to the station. We left kissing all the way.
I went down to the station and at some point I saw a break in a fence that delimited a garden and told you that I would like to find a place in that garden where we can spend a few moments away from the world. I quickly jumped the fence and in a few moments I saw what I wanted: a field surrounded by an orchard whose snowy trees kept us from the starring of the people. I came back and I passed you across the fence in my arms.
We immediatley started to embrace ourselves with passion, kissing each other. You were kissing me, you were biting me, and my naughty hands were caressing your body. I unzipped your pants, and my naughty hand went between your legs. I almost fainted when I touched your hidden fruit, freshly shaved. I penetrated you with my fingers, luscious with desire, and the exotic and aromatic fruit that was your femininity … was full of the juice of love, desire. You were moaning with ease, as if I had freed you. weclosed our eyes and for a moment we remained immobile.
Then we went to the the spot where I layed my thick coat. We made love with passion, deep, slow, enjoying each other. Our bodies were liquefied, intertwined to each other. The cells of your body were me, and the cells of my body were you. The snow was our bed, my cloak was the sheet, and the sky was the blanket. I wish that moment would not end …
It was spring for us, it was spring in our heart …
We went down to the station, leaving footprints in the snow. One year later I can see again snow marks. Maybe there are traces of two wanderers living a love as forbidden as ours. There are footsteps in snow, there are footsteps in my soul …
I got out of bed and went to get the train to that place, to look for you. The road up there was like it was interminable over, I was trying to find something to do to pass faster. I read from a love book and imagined that I was the main character. It was snowing again. It’s like we were that night, a year ago, but I knew this time no one would wait for me at the station. I finally got to the place where I was with you. I looked around me and waited the train to leave , then everyone who had descended. It was the same time you were expecting me. I sat down on a bench and looked blank at everything that surrounded me. The cold got into my bones, but I did not care. But I wished you were there to warm me up. I took a warm tea and I tried to warm my hands, enjoying the scenery until the train was coming to get me home. If I would have seen you in front of me, I’d take you home and I would not let you go. I was hearing steps around me, but my eyes were closed and I was trying to dream of you. I did not know the time, but somebody wanted to take my cup of tea. I kicked and i opened my eyes. It was an old man who was taking care of the station. I saw another man on the bench. My heart was beating very strong, it was seeming like it was you. I got up from the bench and i walked through the snow, to that man. In a few seconds the man’s gaze stood up to me and I saw a smile on his face.
– Maria … Is that you?
– Yes, Tudor! I can not believe you’re here!
– I’m expecting you every Saturday , like that Saturday we’ve seen each other for the last time. I was here at the same time waiting for you to come back!
– But why did not you look for me? I’ve been waiting for so long!
It did not matter why I did not. All that counted was the fact that we were together again, that we could touch each other.
– I will never let you go again! Do you still know the building we entered then? I want you to be my wife and take you there!
I jumped in his arms and kissed him, tasting every part of his lips. He took my hand and we went to the house that was to be ours. When we stepped into the house it was all so warm and welcoming. There was a picture of me on the fireplace. I could not believe what was going on. He took my coat and began to undress me, he took me in his arms on the bed and we started to make love as we had never done it, in a comfortable and warm bed. His penis was hard and bold. I was so wet that his penis came in very easily. He invaded me with the heat of his sperm and I trembled with pleasure. I calmed down under his strong and protective hands and kisses.
Everything repeated until the dawn when we fell asleep exhausted and glad that we found ourselves forever.
