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Delicate enamel that reaches the soul
I have a visitor. Visitors from the country where I was born and raised. In which I have not been for 17 years and where I will probably not travel in the future.
My parents came from large families and were each the last of 7, or 6 siblings. Also they got me relatively late and so it comes that my cousins are all around 20 - 25 years older than me. Their children are my age - approximately. And get little by little offspring themselves.
I have such a constellation in the house right now - my cousin, her son, her daughter-in-law and the long-awaited twins, 3.5 years old. What did we wait for them, what did we tremble at every in vitro attempt. After 16 years and 21 attempts they are here! And finally I get to know them.
Two little whirlwinds, crazy, funny, loud, sweet and caustic as two little Satan, only crazy in the head. The mischievousness is in their eyes, they constantly hatch what, and nothing and no one is safe from them. The cats have gone away, sometimes they look from the tree what's going on inside, but they don't want to be there. They also finally got the dog tired, where we used to run 20 km a day with him and he was still bursting with energy. Now he just wants to have his rest. We are all exhausted. Tired and worn out. Only the twins are iron and never sit still.
I am not a person who sucks up to children. On the contrary, I am strict, determined and do not like to talk in a baby voice. But somehow near me the two come to rest. They seek my closeness, cuddle with me, become quiet, fall asleep. I slowly understand their gibberish and no longer need a translator. When the three of us lie cuddled up like this, they tell me so many innocent things and my heart is so warm. They smell like babies, their hair is silky, they still have baby fat and pointed fingers and when they fall asleep with me, I fall asleep too. Always.
When they crawl on me and take me, their mother tries to save me. Yesterday again. She asked them reproachfully why they hug me so smotheringly, why they press their faces flat against me, if they won't let me breathe.
Then one said simply: she smells so good.
The other sucked in on my shoulder.
I don't think I've ever had a compliment about my scent bring tears to my eyes. But yesterday it did. I hugged them both to me and wanted to sob with emotion.
For about 2 weeks I spray Angel Muse. Not only. In the morning something else, in the afternoon Angel Muse. Very sparingly. This fragrance hangs in my hair, on my morning coat, my skin smells through and through after Angel Muse. And if I myself actually find the fragrance very erotic, the two little ones have perceived a very special aspect to it - it is like a caress, gives a homey feeling, is cuddly and spreads harmony. I don't usually like Mugler (particularly). I really respected the Angel on two girlfriends, but it always gave me a headache. This one, however, is different. Also room filling, but not in an aggressive way. Also loud, but you can turn it down. Also expressive, but not egotistical.
The twins, anyway, have succumbed to it. They become still, lying on top of me, seeking to press their faces directly against my skin. They seem to experience something so quiet and intimate, which will shape their scent sensation a lifetime. Slowly their eyes fall closed, the mischievousness in them recedes, their faces relax, their little hands loosen their grip, their little lips open slightly as sleep colors their cheeks rosy.
I am fascinated every time!
Here you can see the twins:
https://www.parfumo.de/Benutzer/Aliana/Bild/127960
My parents came from large families and were each the last of 7, or 6 siblings. Also they got me relatively late and so it comes that my cousins are all around 20 - 25 years older than me. Their children are my age - approximately. And get little by little offspring themselves.
I have such a constellation in the house right now - my cousin, her son, her daughter-in-law and the long-awaited twins, 3.5 years old. What did we wait for them, what did we tremble at every in vitro attempt. After 16 years and 21 attempts they are here! And finally I get to know them.
Two little whirlwinds, crazy, funny, loud, sweet and caustic as two little Satan, only crazy in the head. The mischievousness is in their eyes, they constantly hatch what, and nothing and no one is safe from them. The cats have gone away, sometimes they look from the tree what's going on inside, but they don't want to be there. They also finally got the dog tired, where we used to run 20 km a day with him and he was still bursting with energy. Now he just wants to have his rest. We are all exhausted. Tired and worn out. Only the twins are iron and never sit still.
I am not a person who sucks up to children. On the contrary, I am strict, determined and do not like to talk in a baby voice. But somehow near me the two come to rest. They seek my closeness, cuddle with me, become quiet, fall asleep. I slowly understand their gibberish and no longer need a translator. When the three of us lie cuddled up like this, they tell me so many innocent things and my heart is so warm. They smell like babies, their hair is silky, they still have baby fat and pointed fingers and when they fall asleep with me, I fall asleep too. Always.
When they crawl on me and take me, their mother tries to save me. Yesterday again. She asked them reproachfully why they hug me so smotheringly, why they press their faces flat against me, if they won't let me breathe.
Then one said simply: she smells so good.
The other sucked in on my shoulder.
I don't think I've ever had a compliment about my scent bring tears to my eyes. But yesterday it did. I hugged them both to me and wanted to sob with emotion.
For about 2 weeks I spray Angel Muse. Not only. In the morning something else, in the afternoon Angel Muse. Very sparingly. This fragrance hangs in my hair, on my morning coat, my skin smells through and through after Angel Muse. And if I myself actually find the fragrance very erotic, the two little ones have perceived a very special aspect to it - it is like a caress, gives a homey feeling, is cuddly and spreads harmony. I don't usually like Mugler (particularly). I really respected the Angel on two girlfriends, but it always gave me a headache. This one, however, is different. Also room filling, but not in an aggressive way. Also loud, but you can turn it down. Also expressive, but not egotistical.
The twins, anyway, have succumbed to it. They become still, lying on top of me, seeking to press their faces directly against my skin. They seem to experience something so quiet and intimate, which will shape their scent sensation a lifetime. Slowly their eyes fall closed, the mischievousness in them recedes, their faces relax, their little hands loosen their grip, their little lips open slightly as sleep colors their cheeks rosy.
I am fascinated every time!
Here you can see the twins:
https://www.parfumo.de/Benutzer/Aliana/Bild/127960
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