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working on it Taking my time, I slowly advance, Drawing near you, Watching your eyes, Beautiful, sparkling eyes. Darkening, as I run my fingers, Over your head. Pulling you in Leaning down, setting my lips on yours, watching your eyes , Your eyes, betray your lust, Glazing as I, suck your lower lip in so I may taste this part of you. ~~~ghost hugs~~~ GhostofHugs |
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A very personalized style of variable metre. Most enjoyable. Here's something we really like, written by Charles Baudelaire in around 1857. (Translation follows) La Mort des Amants Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères, Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux, Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères, Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux. Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières, Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux, Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux. Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique, Nous échangerons un éclair unique, Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux; Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes, Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux, Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes. La Mort des amants beds of subtle fragrance shall be ours, soft divans far deeper than a tomb, fairer climes shall yield mysterious flowers — flowers which for us were made to bloom. lavishing our final amorous hours there, our flaming hearts shall merge and loom in the twin mirrors of these souls of ours — torches vast which side by side consume. then some evening, rose and mystic blue, charged with the sobbing woe of our adieu, Love shall links us in one lightning-spark; later, shall the faithful angel fling all the portals wide, illumining the flameless torches and the mirrors dark.
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My lips and everything else are all yours
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