TiedTied in a love that we can't escape,by a passion that join us in such a fashion that we can't forget it.United under a strange rite in which we were covered by rose petals,we gave ourselves to the game of life…with closed eyes willing to give whatever the other might need.Our hands intertwine sweet and tenderly…but someone in my past said to be waryof those who get close and look disappointedas they might steal the joy from my life.I can't open my eyes because of your warmth,I feel your warm hand on my neckand your fingers entangling with my hair.I wish to feel you as closer as no one else was before,my own sou
Like ThisThis night smells like rain, it can't be avoided;this night smells like the sea, I can't deny it. It's because the waning moon on my sky,its argentine shine captivity my heart.I feel how little by little my soul it's poisoned,the salt reaches it slowly as the pearls crown itand the sapphires of your eyes seem to glowbut only in my memory, mocking me.At the end I do not care about itI can only feel my very own sadnessthe passion that enchants methe eternal distance that fills meI bid you good night in serenityI remember you under the downpour.
I desire youI desire your soft hair, in which I can entangle my fingers,that dark mane that I enjoy to caresses and kiss,the same one that possesses a particular perfume.I desire you deep gaze in which I get lost like a castaway on the immense sea,your eyes are those of a snake that hypnotizes it's prey.I desire your warm hands that provide heat to my cold body,the same that caress tenderly my life with love,the same that for me are a balm against past pain.I desire your delicious bosom in which I rest,so tepid that allows me to nap in peace,the same that lets me snuggle perfectly as I sleep.I desire your lips that are like honey
FeudIt had taken 6 months to find the bastard, but he finally found reliable information and good or not, the prick was now living in Rome. What the fuck was the fucker doing down there? Taking vacations? God be damned, not of the past bounties he had taken drove him that south, but he had kept working along the way from Kiev to Rome. The jobs he had done were flawless as usual and even if he didn't like it, Sasha had to admit that the son of a bitch was good at his trade; no wonder he had been hunting the hunter for the last years.He looked out the window, the snow covered the coniferous forest and his lair was still set among a vast pine wood
Bloody businessI was feeling pissed at Lombargio and honestly confused as far as id he might or not had betrayed the Brotherhood. As soon as Malak was able to move freely again I explained that I had been observing Blanche's home enough to notice that every week there will be a supplies delivery in a covered cart. That and that as far as I could gather, Lombargio was still staying at Templar's state and pretending to be one of them. Our best chance to confront him? To sneak into Blanche's home and find him. The chance? Rather a slim one. The idea? To capture the carriage's driver, dispose of him, take his place and get in. Problem? Malak hating as she did
Easy tripEven if honestly speaking I wasn't thrilled by the idea of expending a few weeks as Valeria's escort, the excitement of visiting Venetia was great. We set sail from Rome with auspicious weather, the wind was kind and there weren't any dark clouds; I wish I could say the same about the young girl I was in charge of protecting.The first day she left clear that I should not wear my Assassin's garments as I will look suspicions, I agreed with her as it made sense, but when she asked me to leave my hidden blade I refused to please her; I ratter adjusted the sleeves even if they didn't look fashionable than left my favorite weapon lying somewhere