Chapter 12 The noble lady put her foot on the slave's back

We stayed together one evening and I read Goethe's Elegis di Roman to her.I put the book aside and played it impromptu.She looked satisfied, really, she loved every word I said, her breasts were heaving. Did i do something wrong? The rain was beating on the window glass, and the fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning, bringing the warmth of winter.I feel at home with her.For a moment I lost all respect for her, I kissed her hand and she tolerated my behavior. Then I sat at her feet and recited to her a little poem I had written just for her. venus in fur coat Noble, wicked, fairy-like lady.

Put your feet on the backs of slaves, Beneath myrtle and agave, Stretch your body like a marble statue. Yes - now I've come up with some more lines!This time I wrote more lines than the opening paragraph; that night she ordered me to give her a draft of the poem.I don't have a copy, and today, when I describe my journey, I can only remember the first stanza of the poem. This is an unusual love that I am experiencing.I don't believe I love Wanda -- at least, not with that burning passion when we first met.But I do feel that she is different, very beautiful, and she has set a magical trap around me.Nor was I further attracted to her; just physical obedience—slow but thorough obedience.

My pain was increasing every day, and she—she just smiled. Today, for no particular reason, she said out of the blue, "You intrigue me. Most men act normal, they have no passion, no poetry, but you have a certain depth and passion, and most importantly your Enthusiasm touches me. I'll grow to like you." After a brief, violent storm, we headed towards the meadows and the Venus statue.The ground was muddy, and the sky was misty, like smoke from sacrifices.A broken rainbow appeared in the sky.The leaves were still dripping, and sparrows and chaffinches flew from branch to branch, chirping and chirping as if they were having some joy.Everything has a new look after the rain.We couldn't walk across the grass because it was full of rain.The grass at this moment is like a small pond, shining in the sun.A statue of Venus rises above the shimmering waters.A swarm of tiny bugs danced around the statue's head, which shone in the sunlight and seemed to cast a halo around her.

Wanda enjoyed the enchanting scenery.There was still sewage on the bench by the road, so she rested on my shoulder for a while.She seemed a little tired, her eyes were half-closed, and I could feel her breathing on my cheek. I took her hand—I don't know how to control myself—I asked her: "Can you love me, ma'am." "Why not?" she replied, staring at me calmly, brilliantly, but not for long. After a while, I knelt down in front of her, my hot face buried in her breathable cotton robe. "Sauning, why are you doing this?" she cried. "You are disrespecting me!"

I grabbed her little foot and kissed it with my lips. "You're getting nasty!" she yelled, running away from me and striding toward the house with her lovely slippers still in my hand. Is this a sign?