This is what happened:
You don't know because you don't remember. You were trembling, caressing my neck, while my head layed down on your legs. My eyes were closed, I was so focused in many things at the same time; that weird music, the cat over my chest, your sweaty fingers in my neck, and the annoying sensation of upcoming winter. It was cold but your body close to mine felt good.
You don't remember because I don't want. This memory is mine, you should have yours...
Then, I don't know why I opened my eyes, took a deep breath and sat down next to you. The kittie ran away... I was just watching the nice/mindblowing effects on the WMP on your computer, and I was flying, in another dimension. You looked at me with that childish glance that you usually had towards me, and then I knew that you wanted to do it, because you had that "crazy kitten smile" (thanks Thom Yorke... you know what I mean) upon your face. It was just a second, then you were blushed and looked straight to the floor, while I reached again your hand, then your face, your neck. I hugged you, like if there was no tomorrow, and slowly, feeling the heat of your soft skin, with my cheek against your face, we found our way through other's lips and I could feel your breath all over me, so warm. You tenderly wet my lips with your kiss, my lips got yours, your tongue had mine, playing with pleasure, with guilty pleasure...
How I wish you could remember !!!

LA PALABRA

You don't "need", you just take and give.

Alguien, me hizo anoche pensar en lo limitadoras que son las palabras... y también en cómo le ponemos barreras al alma... 

Y sí, el lenguaje, o, quiero decir, cualquier lenguaje (lengua), siempre encontrará su límite en el momento en que necesita de otra lengua para ser explicado. Así como el lenguaje del amor encuentra su límite en aquella palabra tan odiada: “necesidad”. El lenguaje, como el amor, tiene sus limitaciones. Ahora, así mismo encuentro yo al amor, sustantivizándole, termina siendo algo limitador, y creo que no debería. No debería tener ni nombre, ni cuerpo, ni ojos, ni pies. Más allá, cuando uno mismo se encuentra afuera de la barrera de la palabra y del mismo amor (como sustantivo), y simplemente “se deja ser”, es cuando a uno se le acaba en qué pensar, y si se te acaba en qué pensar, se te acaban los sustantivos, los sujetos y las lenguas. Y entonces dejas de "necesitar", solo recibes y das. 

Y si, es muy raro, porque no pasa muy seguido....  Todavía estoy absorta en ello....