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Dark Love Wallpapers Biography
The generosity of her love provides me
With practically all edibles.
It is like coming constantly to table.
If only we were not in our underwear, or bare," my sensualist friend proclaimed
"It would be ideal dining."
He thought he might tie his lady up, to a chair, to amuse them one day;
Once affixed, he would tickle mercilessly.
She arrived panting, and was soon
Attendant in her underthings
His hideous plan, upon a chair. Then he thought: No rope there!
"Must the executioner's victim
Supply her own weapons of destruction?" she inquired.
"It would have been thoughtful,"
He replied, as yet undaunted.
"Wait," he said. "I have thought
A marvelous entertainment:
You will dress up for a fantasy-role
And I will beat you with these chains withal
While you dangle from this ceiling by one foot."
She, imagining the benefit
Straightway consulted her tinted wardrobe.
The array of costumes was endless
Once they started upon them.
He never knew what she would be
And she, for her part, never knew.
Courtesan, faun and fireman they ranged
And down through mythologies and classes
They plunged, then surfaced and lay gasping.
Sitting late at table that night
Solemnly, yet not without an undertone
Of genuine joy, they concurred
That they were lucky to have encountered.
In a word fraught with indifference and danger
Here each had come upon the rare, "Oral" Type.
Like the captains of two explorer-ships
Perpetually ready to depart, yet without a wish to ever reach port
Nightly, hand in hand they would sail away
With a sharpened sense of savoir faire.
And sometimes their thoughts would travel together
To lands of such gentle events
That their eyes would meet
And they would look at one another.
Dark Love Wallpapers Biography
The generosity of her love provides me
With practically all edibles.
It is like coming constantly to table.
If only we were not in our underwear, or bare," my sensualist friend proclaimed
"It would be ideal dining."
He thought he might tie his lady up, to a chair, to amuse them one day;
Once affixed, he would tickle mercilessly.
She arrived panting, and was soon
Attendant in her underthings
His hideous plan, upon a chair. Then he thought: No rope there!
"Must the executioner's victim
Supply her own weapons of destruction?" she inquired.
"It would have been thoughtful,"
He replied, as yet undaunted.
"Wait," he said. "I have thought
A marvelous entertainment:
You will dress up for a fantasy-role
And I will beat you with these chains withal
While you dangle from this ceiling by one foot."
She, imagining the benefit
Straightway consulted her tinted wardrobe.
The array of costumes was endless
Once they started upon them.
He never knew what she would be
And she, for her part, never knew.
Courtesan, faun and fireman they ranged
And down through mythologies and classes
They plunged, then surfaced and lay gasping.
Sitting late at table that night
Solemnly, yet not without an undertone
Of genuine joy, they concurred
That they were lucky to have encountered.
In a word fraught with indifference and danger
Here each had come upon the rare, "Oral" Type.
Like the captains of two explorer-ships
Perpetually ready to depart, yet without a wish to ever reach port
Nightly, hand in hand they would sail away
With a sharpened sense of savoir faire.
And sometimes their thoughts would travel together
To lands of such gentle events
That their eyes would meet
And they would look at one another.
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