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Looking into her eyes, I lower my hand – right on the rise of her foot. So, that my palm rests, almost completely closing, and my fingers and curvature of the ascent, feeling the tenderness of the stocking and the beating pulse on a randomly caught vein, and my thumb slips under the foot, almost to the heel itself…

She winces. And the look – from the student turns into a wondering and approving.

I am starting my Way.

Wondrous leg

female cats

the heel is softer than a flower,

let me hold on

a little leg

milk white skin,

black stocking

and the foot of a ballerina

passion, and not easy to rise

no more attractive

of this picture,

leg!!!!!!!!

on my knee…

(Svetlana Er)

This poem, it seems to me, is very suitable for this entry in my diary. I remember – told Svetlana about this adventure and she wrote this poem. Amazingly accurate and poetic.

But…

I need to go back to the restaurant. They are waiting for me there. I have not finished with the leg…

…

She flinched. And the leg instinctively bent at the knee. Just a little bit…

Ahhh…

Somewhere there, at the end of my journey, a blinding white flash suddenly flashed. As if – an incredible light force burst out of the dungeon – someone or something, but with a frantic desire for light and for me…

This is my friend «cut on the skirt» opened a thin strip of bright and white…

Unshielded, innocent and pure in its whiteness and brightness…

Stockings. I was right.

Where stockings ended, a world opened without curtains and burqa, without Puritan kilometers of fabric and without the false bashfulness of a beautiful white swan. The White Kingdom of Beauty…

White…

They say that white is a cold color, the color of snow and ice. Frost and numbness. But at that moment – the white color became for me a spotlight of purity and nudity. The opening secret and the inflamed fire. The elements of black and white witchcraft, feminine nature and masculine, something animal… raged

The white strip of the female body… Gently and as gently as possible – I turned my palm around so that the lower part of her foot was right in my palm. But – without breaking contact, with a gentle stroking and touch…

And – she was forced to raise her knee a little more. A light push ran from the very tips of her fingers – there, in the heights – to white…

Again, I decided to look into her eyes. Am I breaking a so carefully constructed overture in our play? Do instincts and ecstasy prevail from a moment of revelation? From the tenderness of touch. Does the game go on? Or is the body already surrendered to the power of feelings and hormones? Femininity – or calculation? Sincerity – or plot?

Not. Her eyes answered me with gratitude…

You are tenderness itself. I am waiting…

The left hand clung to the bar, and the right hand still held a glass with a stick sticking out of it. Only…

The tube is frozen in its motion. Compressed in lips, teeth…

Having jumped out of the glass – spraying drops of liquid on clothes, on hands and on…

To the stocking…

If we were not in the middle of the restaurant, sitting on tiny banquets at the bar. If it weren’t – the cycle of color and light extravaganza. A flicker of bodies, sounds, and all that is impossible at all.

It might have seemed that a woman had slipped a shoe off her leg and a gracious man gallantly tried to hoist an accidental loss into its rightful place.

Only…

All this happens – with a slowdown a hundred times.

Around – a continuous bustle, and these two – froze in their leisurely dialogue. There is no change of position. She – looks at him, he – holds her leg with his right hand. Leaning a little. Her right hand with a glass – stopped in a slightly unnatural position.

Nobody feels the growing tension, exponentially growing charges of energy. The energy confrontation and saturation to sparking the atmosphere are around the two of us.

It was like a cocoon or an energy field of incredible strength pushed us to each other. Compressing with each of our breaths, compressing, and so on, to a critical mass, the «pumped up» and warmed up is the core. Nuclear explosion – let’s not miss. Scaling up – all appliances.

The fire brigade and the rescue team – to take to the starting position. There will be thousands of victims and a huge site of defeat. Destruction and global cataclysm.

…

For me… Time flashed with crazy speed. I – did not have time to come to my senses from one shock, as – a new one collapsed. Just now – I was blinded by the opened narrow strip of the white part of the body – there… Almost at the horizon, behind the magistracy and guidance of the black stocking.

And now…

I see that she, too, has begun her Path.

And our Ways – must cross somewhere, meet. No more strength to withstand this passions. Blown – one by one, all fuses. Light bulbs began to burst and wine glasses exploded.

Necessary.

It’s time.

Good. I will take the next step.

The woman is waiting. The woman is calling. Woman – gives me…

I bring my left hand to her leg and try to brush away those accidental drops of liquid that could defile and ruin the perfection of this sight.

And I touch – the inside of the knee, the hollow – under the knee, so – a little on the side, and – a little lower… Or – higher?…

But now – I already support this wonderful leg with both hands…

Reflex movement… Another push of the whole nature. Cramp or cramp. Or – just the response of the body to the touch of another body. Something animal and magnetic…

And I have to get up from my seat so as not to get out of my hands…

But. Necessary.

It is impossible.

I do not understand.

She drops her glass. From her lips – a sigh is heard. Hot, passionate.

The bartender is shouting something.

I kneel down and stand right in the glass fragments and in the puddle. The main thing is not to get out of hand…

She – straightens the wide open slit on her skirt and looks at me.

What to do?

How to be

I feel something next to my knee – on the floor…

This is a shoe! My salvation and mine are a miracle. Ours is salvation. ……

Forcedly I let go of my load with my right hand, and I am fishing out of the darkness of the outskirts – into the light to show her our salvation.

She looks at her shoe and nods back to me. Yes is the right decision.

She will be able to stand on both legs, and go…

Her gaze tells me – lead me…

It’s your turn.

As I – led you, so you – now take the reins of government into your own hands.

Lead me…