Angela Gheoghiu's Ride In The Park

By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Gianni_Truvianni]Gianni Truvianni
It was the start of the fall and Angela Gheorghiu and I had been involved in a passionate secret affair since I ventured in to her dressing room on that fateful night which witnessed our bodies engage each other's in acts falling nothing short of total ecstasy. The time was one of late evening yet it was just before the sun was due to make its descend from the heavens to start the next phase of the day. This being the romantic part which is often referred to as dusk or the start of "night's bliss" as I personally like to call it.
I was at the place in the park where Angela and I had agreed to meet. It having been by SMS that she and I had not only set up our appointment but agreed that we should say nothing to each other as we would allow our actions and glances to communicate for us as well as guide us. I suggesting it would be like being in a dream, where actions are guided merely by desires while she suggested that the romance of eyes and smiles would become of more importance. This being something I could not help but go along with since there is something I simply adore about the way she makes gestures with not only her lips that smile but her hands which I would go as far as to say are being directed by the very music she sings.
It was but a moment that I was alone and noticed the sun was close to the edge of falling off the world or at least such was the view which the horizon presented when Angela Gheorghiu made her most dramatic appearance on to the stage of the season. It being Angela, who appeared in fashions of the fall to blend in so nicely with the backdrop of autumn that the shades of her wears were as if selected by nature itself. Angela wearing a jacket and a long skirt to match while tall boots went up her legs to a point beyond what I could see. So graceful did she appear in clothes which were even sporty that it gave her the appearance of a lady who had chosen them to go for a horse ride in the park. As a matter of fact, all she was in need of was the black hat and the stick used for the horse and she would have been the perfect horse woman or lady yet I for my part was taken by other things. It being Angela's tender smile which even in the distance captured me imagination. This to the point of casting out all the lovely scenery about which would have been as meaningless as a painting had her beauty not inspired it.
The moment was one which was short yet seemed to last much longer as Angela pranced around in the light which was still coming down from the sky and in to the space which had been created among the lovely trees. All of which going golden from the gift of the fall along with the glow of the time of day to make all rich in colors of yellow, red and russet yet my Angela was still the main point of my enjoyment as I approached her. Angela as she smelled the trees seemed to be enjoying nature as if she were in her own private garden and the world were just a small place being inundated by her charms.
I got close to Angela Gheorghiu and though she was not looking upon me or even in my direction as my steps brought me closer; I knew her feelings had picked up my presence. It being from behind that I placed my arms around her so that my hands might lay delicate caress upon her legs. What a sensation it was to feel not only her legs through her skirt as my fingers with care made their way below to her boots of soft leather but her silken black mane upon my face as she with generosity and elegance exposed her neck that my lips might take sensual liberties. It was funny in a way as to make me giggle to myself that I could not see her smile or her tender lips and eyes of expression; as I was looking upon her neck and she was facing upward toward the sky yet I just felt inside that she was a bright light of delight.
Angela's perfume so delicately blending with nature as to excite me beyond all consideration of the public place where we found ourselves. It being the fantasy we created in each other without words which took us away from present reality of a park which was in essence empty in all directions and as far as our sight could stretch and on to our own enchanted forest. My Angela was still facing in another direction as if she wanted to fantasize about us with my hands serving as real stimulus. This while my mouth continued to taste from skin of delicacy.
My Angela and I had not made an accord on what our actions would be. Our agreement only being that ours would be not to talk as proceedings would be determined by feeling the notes and singing the aria as whim of the moment dictated or at least thus did she put it in one of her SMSes. Sweet fragrance was mine as she leaned back on me, who held her up with my body as my hands with adventure guiding them had made their way under her skirt. They being not so much like a river running to the sea with a purpose but like the deer; lost in the woods yet enchanted by all about. It being my fingers to make their way in amazement to my Angela's stockings with all senses of feeling her deeply underneath yet on this occasion in a public place with desire blinding our caution; they made their way up to where I might find the delicate fabric to adorn her rose.
There being something of such beauty in the journey they made that they almost passed on my emotions as they traveled over the silk of Angela Gheorghiu's stockings to the gentle flesh of her legs. All to where they did not encounter her usual satin undergarments but tissue of the dearest sensation. It being the part of her which she had recently freed, much to my surprise; from the black tresses which had once adorned it and served my fingers as object which they might tickle.
It being as my tact discovered this flesh near the beauty of Angela's moisture that she turned to me with her smile and devious eyes as to deliver upon me what her preparations had included for our encounter. My Angela's rose being as clean and soft as the bottom my other hand had ventured on to yet with dampness about it; as to be temptation on to all appetites. At this point my passions going beyond all control as they had so many times before that I with sudden desire turned Angela around with strong arms which lifted her to my waist; so that I with trust of my root might take her. Angela's skirt by then having been raised beyond the point of modesty while my trousers had been made ready that it might allow the same.
Many things were of wonder at that moment as my root searched inside the exquisiteness that was my Angela's rose and her garden; whose moisture was as tender to my emotions as soothing rain on to the desert. My Angela was even surprised as her expressions told me such as we found ourselves in public performing acts of extreme intimacy. There also being a bit of Angela which reminded me and even to a slight extent scolded us for what we were doing yet it was more the sweet approval that I felt.
Angela had placed her boots about me. As if climbing me, much like she would a tree yet I held on to her bottom to try to make her feel like she were on a swing which in a way our position might have resembled to any who be about. It not even occurring to us that we might be spotted as Angela had wrapped her legs around me completely while my arms held her with all their strength and delicacy that we might arrive with all passion upon the same point and time. My Angela's eyes were so wondrous in being closed as we continued in the sound of her cries of delight while with nails that clung to my shoulders; she passed along sensations of all we felt.
My Angela was riding and it was as if she truly were on a steed. This as I was able to hold her in such a way that she could hug me with her legs while keeping her body perfectly parallel to mine. Our bodies were in such lovely harmony that the effect was the same as being in the more common missionary position. Our pace increasing as we in wild frenzy made love with our eyes looking up to see that the last rays of the sun were hanging over the horizon as if waiting for us to turn to it that we might say good night. This moment so sentimental in its significance that we just smiled as we stopped for a moment to see the sun go down yet as she gazed upon me. There was a message that ours should arrive at the very instant in which the last drop of sunshine went over the horizon and out of our world or at least till the following morning.
Speed did become ours as we with might increased our tempo whilst high notes came from Angela's gorgeous lips. All taking me to those moments in which Angela sings at the opera house as we galloped while I held her tightly and her face demonstrated magnificence. It being in full flight of desire that she with devilish glee broke our pact by whispering "Multumesc, am vrut sa plece la o plimbare in parc astazi". These words declaring with playful coquetry that which prompted me to smile as Angela simply had to get in a few words which she knew I would not respond to whilst making herself so lovable. This much like a child who is spoilt but due to her spirit can be forgiven for just about anything.
I however though far from angry or upset increased ours to approach crisis of delivering on to the other that moment of glory just as the sun left the stage like the light which does likewise after a performance. Ours being also to leave the stage as fast as that second was over in fear that an audience might be ours to not only applaud but perhaps take shyness from our acts. So nice it was once we had completed our sensations that we, as if it had been so natural; walked to a bench were we sat down in restful silence to romance. This as Angela in precious stillness enjoyed our opera. All while I with arms which held in comfort, looked in to her eyes with words which I could not say yet did put down in my mind that I might deliver in phrases; later on to her email address. My poem being delivered as follows.
My Angela Gheoghiu's Hand Upon Fall
Autumn's leaves decorate
as they glide on season's breeze
picturesque view of browning trees
as my Angela Gheorghiu's hand
do I capture with delicate ease
gentleness does my skin caress
as smoothness of silk sooths
delicate gaze of eyes warm
in fall's splendorous charm
whilst bench of romance
does our sweet emotions enhance

Several minutes must have gone by to equal a quarter hour before we parted company and from our spot where we were sure to meet again. Smiles of gratitude being exchanged as good byes and delicate kisses added on to sensations which had been and would be again. It being our fingers to get in the last stroke upon each other as our departing yet not parting word.
My name is Gianni Truvianni, author of many an article to be found on the internet along with the book "New York's Opera Society". My works also include the books "What Should Not Matter", "Love Your Sister" and several others which still remain unpublished though I am presently looking to change this.
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