{"id":4951,"date":"2021-10-12T14:09:37","date_gmt":"2021-10-12T12:09:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/inannajustice.com\/?post_type=temoignages&p=4951"},"modified":"2023-11-13T20:28:34","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T19:28:34","slug":"lenvol-de-lange","status":"publish","type":"temoignages","link":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/temoignages\/lenvol-de-lange\/","title":{"rendered":"The flight of the Angel"},"content":{"rendered":"
Dearest and most beautiful Inanna,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I'd like to share with you a short text in memory of our beautiful meeting. I've entitled it \"L'envol de l'Ange\", in memory of the text I dedicated at our first meeting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
...And you appeared to me smiling. After too long an absence, I once again climbed the stairs to your domain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An image comes to me. You take me by the hand and lead me like an angel, into your sky, far from the noise and crowds, where passion drives us, where all my senses awaken, collide and make me capsize and slide towards you, body and soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your eyes or the shine of latex, I don't know which shines brighter. Your reflection in the mirror that imposes your power when I'm just your bound and offered submissive. I fall at your feet, overcome by your beauty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sounds that blend together, the sound of your voice commanding and reassuring, the sound of latex sliding over your skin, finally your instruments slapping against my skin and echoing between the walls. So happy that my body is your plaything, your playground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The smell, the smells, your smells, that intoxicate me, that I hope to remember and that make me submit to you a little more. The smells that imprint themselves on my memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your hands dancing on my body, taking possession of it. My hands that risk themselves on your feet, massaging them, honoring them, honoring you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The taste of what you've given me... and above all the wonderful taste for life that you've given me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you.<\/p>\n\n\n