המתת השור

love is complicated
it did not start so classicly and nothing is sure for the morrow
once again,. the israeli way of life is taking its load.
i will explain in details and slowly
probably in a few "chapters"
ifirst of all, the first time i saw him
i thought he was terribly ugly
that is always an indication for me
all my life through, the individuals i loved the most i hate the most at first sight, and then, like a suble miracle my eye sight changed completely and i saw in them an immense beauty

indeed, M has someting of a beduin structure. very soon after i saw him, an expression came to my mind, again and again like an obsessiv song refusing to leave my mind : you look like an egyptian
soon i understood why. a perfect round head completely shaven most of the time and revealing a round and petite head. the eyes, the nose and mouth, large and full but as if drawn after a bow, seemed to form a perfect and finished combinaison, something of an harmonized structure whose elements were well attached to one another and answering permanently in the game of his facial expression
and to surligne the gaze in eyes, blacks eyebrows almost touching one another and giving his sligh feminine finesse an air of powerful masculinity, adding to the intensity of the gaze as if the painter has insisted on this part of the face to say : here .... you won't escape this deep brown gaze. it will catch you and not deliver you until this cruel but gentle soul will desire it.
oh masculinity .....
I could go on for a long time describing his body, his shoulders, his slightly hairy chest and his well heavy penis. but the next things that come to my mind as an element of intolerable charm is the color of his skin...and his colors in general
M has not been created by god, but by Venus. she has poised there, in every part of this body, as if a game, an element of poisonous and insiduous charm
you will not like me she says, you will desire me.you will want more and more of me. you will be his without even wanting it.
between fair coal and wet sand, the color of his skin forms a perfect silken cloth over his bone structure., with shine from inside, it gloats with the sun and warmers in the night. it sombers in love and spreads in the sleep. it is never absent. this man carries his soul on every bit of skin.
this man carries his magic and his glow on every bit of his surface.
you lay there, after love and before and you want to drown in there, envelopped in a shade of somber fire, warmth coming from nowhere as if, but there indeed,
protecting the very inner center of your being
you are captured
an entrapped animal

more to come