#I am built to LOVE I AM BUILT FOR JOY AND PLEASURE AND

[novablisters]

“oh btw you have to be this gender and it defines how people perceive you and how you have to act and also you have to play an emotional puzzle game full of pins and needles and knives to love in this specific way to be fulfilled and it has to be with this gender and they have to look a certain way or else you’re a moron with low standards and you have to dress this certain way and if you for some reason don’t have enough control to do this we will try to strip you of the inherent value you have by merit of being alive in the eyes of man and regardless you will have to do gymnastics to figure out how to survive in this complicated system we built that doesn’t care about you as anything more than a replaceable cog”

awesome! great! one question, can I as a living sentient being have my own feelings? two questions, actually, can I decide how I want to live? three. can I decide anything about who I am. why do I have to live by your rules. do I have freedom in any way that matters. do you even want me to. you will continue to try to stomp me out as if I am a pesky fire. will I burn you?

[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE Sana x Male Reader - "You Can Watch, But Do Not Touch... Unless I Consent You So"

WARNING: contains smut, R+18 content TAGS: honeymoon, rough sex, edging, titfuck, blowjob, doggystyle, full nelson, mirror sex, fluff, smut, newlywed, footjob WORD COUNT: 5200+

The hallway was full of laughter from you and Sana as both made their way into the hotel room you checked into, where you'll be staying for 2 days.

It was necessary so that you and her could get prepared easily for your wedding today, and it concluded smoothly as the priest eventually proclaimed the two of you to be husband and wife.

As newlyweds, you and she left the church instantly to head into your private place where you can rejoice together with your wife, just like usual couples do once they walk out with their wedding rings now attached to their fingers.

Carrying Sana in your arms, her hands were firmly locked around your neck as she looks at your side-profile with excitement equal to her own as you and her made your way inside the room as you opened the door.

You brought down Sana on her feet, engaging you again for another passionate kiss before she lets go and displays a bright smile that you always loved seeing from her.

"We did it, Sana." you said to her, wrapping your arms around her waist. "We fulfilled our promise to each other."

"It was all worth it, YN... and it even feels like I've won anything in my life now that I also got to achieve this one remaining thing I've been dreaming ever since I learned what is love all about... and that is to be married with a man that would treat me with care and looks at me like I am his whole world, and I'm really glad that it has to be you, YN." Sana gracefully said, pressing her palm on your cheeks as she giggled at your funny yet adorable appearance in her silly act.

"I love you, YN. I can't wait to see how the future holds upon us, now that it's up to us together to do whatever we want to have."

"I know, and I love you too, Sana. And we won't stop until the time considers it over."

You planted another quick peck at her lips before you walked your way into the bed and sat side by side with her. Staring at her beautiful dark orbs in the center of her pearly eyes, you had the notion of asking her, which piqued your curiosity.

"So... uhm, what shall we do now?"

"Isn't this the part where the two lovely couples get to full embrace their love now that their hearts are officially bound into one... without no limits?" Sana answered.

Her fingers slid upwards into your neckties and gently tugs it before she removes it on her own. Your smile shudders, encapsulating a hint of tense.

"Sana, a-are we really gonna do it?"

"Hmm... I guess so." She shrugs, tightlipped.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked her with concern. "I mean... are you ready to do this with me?"

Sana grabs your hand and softly looks at it as she caressed your skin with her slender fingers. "Ofcourse, I am. For you, I'm willing to try anything as long as it gives us joy and pleasure for good. How about you, will you join me in this?"

"There's no way I would say no that makes you happy and comfortable with me, Sana." You shook your head.

"Good. Then let's start. 

I've been waiting for this moment to come anyway."

For a second kiss, Sana took the initiative to pull your head towards her and move her tongue and lips. Your well-built body beneath your suit caught her hands' attention as they went wild in tandem with her sensuality.

With a mixture of astonishment and amazement that you are actually doing this with Sana, you made the decision to follow her lead and expressed your affection and fanciness to the fullest extent possible. But much to your surprise, just as you were about to touch her waist, she swatted it away. You discover Sana is looking at you with utmost seriousness at that point.

"Uhm... I-I'm sorry. D-Did I made y-"

"No, no. Don't take it that way." Sana calms you already, noticing already that you misintepreted her words. "I just... thought of something interesting to add."

"H-huh? What is it?"

"Do you remember how you've went through before you got to made me admit that you made fall in love for you too?"

"Oh... that? Yeah. You were hard to get. You were not an easy person. It took me a while to make you say it before I get to call you mine."

"Exactly. There, you got it." Sana acknowledged. "I'm not an easy person."

"I think... maybe I should consider trying it also on you whenever we're in our own space."

You were so invested in waiting for her slow words that's coming out of her lustful mouth that you didn't even realized she already pushed you to lay down in the bed.

"S-Sana... what are you doing?"

"Sshhh." She covered your lips with her index finger, her flirty way to signal you to stop talking. "You'll be fine. You'll be fine. I assure you, this will be fun~"

"Stay there, okay?" You just nodded. Sana went for her bag and opened it, taking out 2 handcuffs that made your eyes largened.

"W-where did you get that, babe?"

"Some helpful friends." She winked, wiggling the cuffs in her hand. "I suppose you what I'm going to do with this then."

You gulped. That's it, you had learned that between you two in bed, she prefers to be the one who gets to do what she wants to do. She has the power. The control.

In making out, she has to be the dominant one.

You have seen how intimidating and fierce Sana could be when she gets disappointed or mad, and you don't want to test her in your special day with her.

All you have to do... is follow and succumb.

"Now fix yourself for me, raise your both arms above your head."

You hesitantly complied, unaware of what Sana is planning tonight on you. You wouldn't be lying that despite of the strange and anticipation, you're liking also to witness her seductress side goes fully unleashed only for you to experience.

Because if you said that your wife Sana isn't attractive and seductive, who would you be kidding? You don't want to sound foolish when you say that." Cuffing your wrists on the headboard, she patted it before looking down on you. "I'll be right back, okay? I have something to show you."

She touched your cheek with a smirk before she left you and entered the bathroom, leaving you with your tremendous intriguing and the potential outcomes of how all of this would go with Sana in the next few minutes or hours.

She came back to you after a few minutes of doing some stuff you didn't know. It was not that long, but you can tell that she took time for it.

Because you couldn't comprehend what you were seeing in front of you.

Sana is dressed entirely in black lingerie, with the exception of the white bridal veil on her head, which she chose to keep on to give her appearance a touch more elegance, holiness, and seductive air. "You like?" She posed, tilting her waist while her both hands are placed on each side, combined with her breathtaking back arching almost perfectly to hypnotize you.

It's working, but you couldn't sure if you're accurate because you just can't describe exactly in words what's crossing all into your mind as your lovely wife does this to you, setting you up to not only own each other's hearts... but your bodies also.

"No answer for me? That's harsh. You're leaving me in the air. Maybe we won't start th-"

"N-no don't! I-like... I mean... I love it so much, Sana." You shook your head rapidly. You are astonishing to visualize."

"See? It wasn't that hard." She giggled, teasing you.

"Listen to me, pretty boy. You're gonna be under my orders for tonight, you hear me?"

You nodded with amazement at this side of Sana you've never seen before. Surely, you can thank all the Gods above for blessing you with such a perfect woman to serve and satisfy with all love.

"You're just gonna lay there, and you can only watch me but you can't touch me... unless I consent you so. Got it, baby?"

"Y-Yes Sana."

She slapped your thigh, eliciting a stingy ache in your skin. "I'll allow that... but there's one more thing you have to remember... call me mommy when I instruct you like this."

Not only you have to take a not mentally of that, but also the fact that you have discovered Sana's preferred kink when it comes on having sex. Totally you wouldn't attempt disobey her next time, considering that she's being a 'strict' woman that owns the entirety of you.

"I'm going to repeat myself again, but this will be the last. Are we clear, baby?"

"Y-yes, mommy."

"Very good. Now just lay there, relax... and enjoy the show." The volume of her voice is slowly decreasing towards the end, the more she bends as she crawls atop of you.

You watched her remove your suit, unbuttoning your polo and spreading it with your vest until your muscular chest and torso were exposed for her to be in awe.

She kissed each of your pecs and circled her fingertips on your nipples, sending shockwaves of tickles and arousal through your body.

Her crouching precisely on your now bulging pants isn't helping at all. She looks up at you and smirks devilishly; it seems like she felt your boner as you blushed heavily.

"Aww is my baby liking this already? Being played by her mommy so well?"

"U-uhmmm yes m-mommy."

"Then we're gonna have a lot of fun together. I'll make it entertaining so that my baby would be so much happy."

Sana slid her hands downwards, her touch waves at those six packed abs of yours that gives an impressive feature of your midriff. She licks each of the gaps, the softness and slimey texture of her drooling tongue makes you tickle and aroused more.

"A-ahh...."

Kissing the top of your belly button, her hands landed on the waistband of your pants and your boxers, based from hpw her fingers went deep as it clutched.

"I've been noticing that your friend down here is suffering too much, let mommy help you out~"

She tugged it downwards, leaving it half removed as she left it just on top of your knees

She viewed at your now exposed cock on its hard state, pointing towards at her before it twitched when you saw her lick her lips. "Do you know how many times mommy would imagine how big can you be?"

"Ahh shit..."

"Sometimes, I could notice the outline of it whenever we sat beside each other. I would then try my best to pretend I accidentally bump your crotch so that I get a feeling of it... and God, I almost felt dizzy thinking about the size of it wrecking my pussy."

She finally removed both your pants and boxers in your legs, making you fully naked compared to her.

"F-fuck, mommy y-your words..."

"It's all true, baby. Can you believe it? Mommy tried her best to be patient for you, so can you do it for me today too?"

"Yes mommy."

"Alright. Mommy's not gonna hold back anymore, okay? I've waited for so long."

She caressed your thighs and gently extended it for her to occupy more space to feast on the enormous meat served in front of her.

Her hands climbs up until you felt your testicles gets hanged and squeezed tenderly using both of her hand within the gaps of her thumb and index finger.

You blew more air, chest panting faster , fists clenching on the cuffs as you try to compose yourself. "Your balls looks so full. Can't wait for me to drain you until every last drop, baby."

Her right hand ascended, now grasping the base of your cock. She formed a fist around it as she gently began to stroke you dangerously slow.

"O-oh... oh my god."

"Stay still for me, baby. I need you not to let me down on this."

"I'll try my best f-for... mommy."

"It's so fucking big and thick~" Sana said as she bit her lips while staring at your cock being pumped. "I've finally got a hold of it... now it's time to find out how it tastes."

She directed your shaft to her opening mouth before she suckled your mushroom head and slowly slid down into your length, introducing you to a newfound pleasure that will leave you speechless at all.

"U-ughhh s-shittt..... grrrghh...." You moaned as you feel Sana's blowjob to slowly sped up as the pace of her head bobbing up and down increasing.

All of your toes and fingers are now curled, trying with might that you can still hold on much longer.

You accidentally flinched upwards as you felt Sana's tongue twirling around your tip, giving her a quick deepthroat. She looked up at you, shocked at what you did.

"I-I'm sorry..."

She didn't respond. She just stared at you, but to your surprise, you could feel her sucking go deeper as your head was now bumping the walls of her throat, accepting the challenge she thought you put up for her.

Your moans and groans even became louder. The familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening has made you alert; you squirmed a bit so you can fix yourself again while Sana continues to blow you.

"O-oh no... p-please, mommy I'm cumming."

Right in time, she felt your cock twitch in her mouth. She let it slip in her puckered lips, leaving your length all messed with saliva and pre-cum.

"No. You won't cum unless mommy told you so. Understood?"

You nodded, sighing a bit of relief that she stopped sucking you so that your end could be prevented.

Only for it to vanish instantly when you saw what she's doing after.

She removed her black laced bra, revealing her tasty looking breasts as it jiggled from the release. Suddenly, your thirst and craving has intensified.

She positioned back in your crotch, and you watch her present to you what she has in mind next.

Awakening back your cock into its full hardness, she gave it an introductory stroke before placing it on the valley of her supple mounds.

"We're just getting started, baby."

A sly smirk formed in her lips as she starts to lift and then drop her breasts as it suffocates your cock with its embrace. Sana is now giving you a wonderful titjob, her soft pillows is automatically sending you straight into euphoria.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels so freaking incredible, goodness gracious."

"Do you like how my tits graze all over your huge cock, baby?

"Fuck yes, mommy. It feels so comfortable, so good, oh God!"

"Would you love me to put these in your face and help you taste them?"

"Yes, I would really love it, please do it mommy."

"Then be patient and be a good boy for me if you want a reward."

You only nodded. Sana continues to glide her succulent breasts in your reddened aching cock, now being edged for 10 minutes.

More saliva and pre-cum scattered around her skin before she felt the familiar twitch again, leaving your cock on absent again. You whined as your cum almost escaped just when Sana lets go of your cock.

"M-mommy are we not done y-yet?"

"We're almost close, baby. Hang on for me, would you?"

"O-okay..."

She grabbed another chair from the dining area and placed it near the foot of the bed. Stacking your thighs with her legs all covered with black long stockings, she crossed it and posed sexily again on you.

"What about my legs, baby? Do you love my new stockings that I bought exclusively only for you?"

"They're simply look fitting in your legs, mommy."

"Good. And my feet?" She asked you as she rubbed your thighs with it.

"It feels relaxing. It's like I'm having a massage."

"Then you're gonna love this one. I'm going to try one more on you baby. Is that alright?"

"Just do me. I want my mommy to be happy."

She was touched at your thoughtful words. Her feet met at your cock, putting it in between before she pushed it to lay on your stomach and she ran the sole of her feet through the underside of your cock.

"Agh... f-fuck...." You muttered from Sana's excellent footjob.

Your wrists are now hurting a little bit for wiggling with desperation to escape as Sana continues to perform these pleasuring experiments on your throbbing poor cock.

The mushroom head of your penis has gotten slightly purple now from the several times it tried to contain your cum for releasing.

She picked up your cock and stroked it with both of her feet this time. The texture of the fabric of her stockings adds more satisfying sensation to her tantalizing actions.

The stockings got a puddle of wetness filled with a mix of saliva and pre-cum but Sana doesn't care. She puts down again your cock on your abdomen and massaged the underside with her left side while the other began playing on your now disturbed heavy balls.

You couldn't help it. You finally bended your knees from compressing it too much on the mattress to lessen the tightness that you feel. "O-oh my God... m-mommy I think I can't take much longer..." you whined.

"Does my baby want to cum so bad?"

"Please, let me mommy."

"Since you've been good and obedient...

Go on. Cum for me."

She took her legs off the bed and faced your cock again as she hurriedly sucked it. You joined her intensity and buckled your hips back and forth as you were fucking Sana's mouth ruthlessly, a bit of a payback for the torture she's been subjecting you to.

Abruptly, your vision turns to white, as does the entire mouth of Sana, as it was flooded by thick waves of your warm and salty cum, filling her up before she let go of your cock and swallowed your load.

"Mmmhhh... yummy, she said as she sipped on her cum-stained fingers and the slit of your cock to clean and ensure no drop would go to waste. "Good boy, so much cum dripping down on mommy's tummy."

You panted heavily as you were exhausted at the length of time you fought your urges. Sana reaches for the key but before that, she teased you once more again as she did a sultry short dance beside you while removing her black panties and wedding veil, her puffy pink pussy all visible to you.

The now naked Sana grabbed on your wrists. "Are you fine, baby? Was I too much?"

"N-not at all. It's my first time so it's all weird to me, but I'm not lying when I say that was one of the best things I've ever had."

"Great. And now for your reward..." She inserted the key on the hole and switched it. "You are now done watching me, I'll leave everything the rest up to you.

You can touch me now, baby."

As she unlocked the cuff on your other wrist, you quickly hooked your arm around her waist and pushed her towards you. Her breasts connected immediately in your face as you smothered them all over their softness before you started to devour her succulent caramel nipples and areolas while helping her sit down in your lap by elevating her legs on each side.

She grinds on your softening cock while you gnawed on her tits as she mashes her cleavage on your face. "Oohhh hehe aggressive aren't w-ooh mmh~" She moaned as she felt your strong hands kneading both of her soft asscheeks.

"Fuck, you've been testing me for quite long, mommy. You made me to be like this, and I'm not gonna be sorry for it."

"Then show me. Be harsh on your slutty mommy. Fuck her hard for edging her baby's cock and not letting him cum easily."

You might've released the most animalistic grunt ever as you lifted her body and stood your cock to point it through her pussy before you pushed her down, and you didn't go easy on her like she's been begging you to do so; you just quickly fucked her on a rampage.

She went crazy bouncing on your lap, screaming and moaning in shudder as her voice vibrated, echoing with the sounds of loud claps of her ass contacting your crotch.

You kissed her furiously, pushing her head at you by gripping her neck. Her breasts squished on your chest as you locked her figure with your other arm. Now that we are lying down together, the direction of your hammering in her abused pussy has gone upwards.

"FUCKKK ME!!! OH GOD DON'T STOP, DON'T YOU DARE STOP BABY, I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR MONSTROUS COCK UGH!!!"

"SO AS I. TAKE IT ALL, MY SLUTTY MOMMY!!!"

You went for a strong three strokes before you buried your cock deep into her womb, splashing it with your second streak of baby batter.

Both of you exhaled together to rest for a little before you kissed again, and Sana pushed you away so that she could take most of the entire bedspace.

You realized that she did it so that she could position herself on all fours; she arched her heavenly back to purse her ass further to showcase it to her.

"Take me from behind next, baby~" Sana said. "Do you like my ass wanting for you?"

"Ofcourse I am. Look at how perfect it is." You slapped each of it as she giggled and purred. "Harder. Spank me harder!" You repeated, giving each juicy peaches a balance rough treatment.

"Do all you want, it's yours to devour baby. Mommy needs to be used." She wiggled her ass for you, her cheeks hypnotizingly rippled as you kneaded it before you buried your face on it giving a long lick on her pussy and her asshole.

As you gave it a lube atleast, you pressed the tip of your cock to her glory hole. "Are you ready, mommy?"

"Y-yes, just allow me to adjust okay? Nice and slow."

"As you wish."

You slowly thrust, eliciting a moan and a sigh from her. She stayed still for a while as you gritted your teeth at how extremely tight your wife is. You can go ahead now, baby."

You fucked her with ease, adding a delightful sensation for yourselves. Sana can feel how stuffed her rear was, thanks to your enormously thick meat that's been making her very amused and satisfied for more than an hour now.

Her body moves back and forth; her breasts are madly bouncing from beneath, and you can see a glimpse of them, effectively encouraging you to touch them.

So you did. You bent your body on top of hers as you grabbed her perfecbig big tits and joined them in their swaying movement while giving them a few squeezes.

You kissed her back and neck. Sana flinched, causing her to lose balance on her arms as she crashed safetly on the bed, her breasts are now compressed to the mattress.

Removing yourself on top of her, you altered your position to continue fucking her in the ass with a comfortable fashion. Sana's eyes enlargened, she didn't hold back any batch of loud screams and whimpers and you went fast on fucking her this time in a scissor angle.

Her one leg raised to the air, her side figure laying down, you kneeling and pounding her ass further with the remaining energy you got.

"FUCK! IT'S SO DEEP, IT'S POKING MY WOMB BABY! KEEP DOING IT, I'M ALMOST AT MY END!!!"

You couldn't wait much longer, you went all in as you penetrated her until both of you cum simultaneously, exclaiming a huge moan and grunts especially Sana who is both releasing and getting filled up at the same time with your thick cum.

"Let's go for one more, then... we can rest."

Sana offered her hand to you, and you voluntarily took it, escorting her to get up from the bed. She walked to the front of the body mirror, where she could admiringly see both of your naked bodies standing against each other, looking like a matching pair.

She went flushed at your touch when you rubbed her torso before you went for her breasts, groping them with care and juggled them on your palm.

It turned into another shivering huff and moan when she kissed you, twirling her head upwards to meet your face.

While on a heated session with her, you started to rub your crotch on her ass to tease her. Sana can feel how it's beginning to wake up and become huge again from the crack in her rear.

She raised her arms, initiating you for the last position she has in idea. "Lock me up and fuck me."

No other questions for clarifications or concerns needed, that's all you need to have for you to follow her clear instruction as you simply inserted back your cock on her squelching pussy still creamy from the mixture of your cum altogether.

Sana watches lustfully on the mirror the perverted act that you two are committing. Her handsome husband unforgivingly ramming his hardened wood on his gorgeous wife's tight and warm pussy.

She can obviously see how you give you entire effort to fuck her mindless and achieve the pleasure she's wanting to feel, and she wants to tell you exactly if you might not know yet how grateful and glad she was for you.

"Y-you're doing so great, babe. Let's c-cut the act now here. I just want to let you know that I-I love you and thank you for this. Really, I'm so happy that it's got to be you who I can share these kind of moments with."

You smiled as Sana patted you in the cheek after giving you that appreciative words despite of the stutters from the impact of your pounding.

"I love you too, Sana. I'm just as pleased as you are." You kissed her on the cheek before you quickened your pace, as your impending release has made it presence for you to felt.

Sana knew what it means so she gripped on the back of your head as her body being lifted up and down from the ground. With few more strokes to go, you exploded another and final load of cum inside her pussy.

"As much as I would love for us to continue, I know it's enough for now and we're both tired." Sana patted your head and kissed you in the lips. "We can do more of these next time, but for now... let's have some rest. You did a good job for tonight, baby."

"Thanks, mommy Sana." You chuckled. "That's a hell of a performance you had there for me by the way, you can't blame me why I started to get turned on."

Sana laughed and slapped your arm. "If you loved it so much then you'll going to have it anytime you want whenever it's just the two of us."

"You're simply the best." You nodded and kissed her again before both of you took a shower together and changed into a comfortable sleeping garments as the newlyweds laid on the bed, embracing each other onto slumber.

Few hours later, you suddenly woke up earlier than what you expected, but you wouldn't dare to complain more as you can see the city of Seoul about to welcome the early morning of a brand new day.

You stood in the balcony with your glass of water and stared at the peaceful view as you regained your senses.

Sana who just woke up also after finding that you were no longer on her side in the bed, approaches you and cuddled you from behind.

"Good morning, babe."

"Good morning, my wife." You kissed her crown.

"Can't sleep?"

"No, just woke up early. Still feeling a little tired though."

Sana chuckled and pouted embarrassingly. "Sorry, I guess?" "Cmon, we both had fun so its fine." You hilariously took her response.

You moved her on your side and faced her lovingly. Placing your hand with Sana's, your wedding ring were in contact as you entangled your finger to hers.

"This is just all surreal for me. Being in here, knowing that I almost done most of what I've been dreaming and wishing for my life when I was younger back then. Finish my studies, be a professional engineer, my family now living in a better house, have my ideal girl as my girlfriend to marry her someday... and destiny brought you upon to me, Sana.

I'm so blessed to have you, really. You've been an incredible and perfect girlfriend for me. You stayed even in our highs and lows, hardships and mellow,  some of it almost tried to spread us apart and let go, but you never gave up as much as I did. And now that you're standing here as my beloved wife after us getting married yesterday, that sums up everything I need to know and believe that you love me no matter what happens. And I'm telling you that I will never stop loving you back and now all we can do is to hope we can build a wonderful family soon and I'll be the happiest father alive with you, Sana, as the wife of our kids. I love you more than anyone."

Your lips twitched, eyes blinked rapidly as its watery from the tears gathered up by your emotions. Sana hugged you instantly to calm you down, not minding herself who's also getting teary because of your heartfelt message.

"I want us to stay like this forever, and we accomplished that, right? I couldn't just let myself to break up with you thatt's why I want to settle those problems that we had. I don't want that to ruin our plans in the future, and look what led us today. I love you too, YN. Our faith and support for each other should always be there to keep this relationship to be strong and steady. And as your wife, I promise you that I'll continue to help you as I improve myself. It can be useful, well... from what we did last night; yeah hopefully... we can have our own child or more to raise." Sana replied, caressing your back as you cried in her shoulder. She also started to sniff her tears away, getting affected by your honest and sincere sentiment. "D-do you think I can be a perfect mother?" "I always believed in you, Sana. Ofcourse, yes you will be." You stroked her silky hair, smelling the enchanting scent of her shampoo. Sana blushed and shyly smiled, glad that you think of her positive as usual.

"Sorry if I'm being like this, I even made you cry." You chuckled. "I'm just lucky to have you, Sana."

"What are you saying? Don't apologize for saying something wholeheartedly. We've been through a lot anyway. It may be done, but I know it was exhausting, so it's best to just let it all out. I'm here for you, YN. I'll take it all away and be the one who catches all your tears."

Sana cradled your head as she hummed pleasantly to proceed on comforting you. Closing your eyes, you indulged her caring behavior.

Glancing at the golden daylight approaching, the sunrise emerges between the two lovers embracing their shared genuine and unbreakable fondness together.

[yourdaddyfigure]

Since I've just read you're a lifestyle dom, maybe you can shed your insight and maybe even experience on this. I would love to enter into a relationship where I can submit out of the bedroom as well. Not in a TPE way, but some structure, guidance, and discipline would be very much appreciated. So far, so good? The thing is, I feel guilty that I want this. I feel like I am being lazy and not wanting to be responsible. Basically a burden for the dom. What are your thoughts on this?

Hey, thanks for reaching out and sharing your thoughts with me! It's awesome that you're exploring what you want in a relationship.

First off, wanting to submit outside of the bedroom and seeking structure, guidance, and discipline is a completely valid desire. Many people find fulfillment and a sense of security in such dynamics. It's important to remember that these relationships are built on mutual consent, trust, and clear communication.

Feeling guilty about wanting this is understandable, but it's crucial to shift your perspective. You're not being lazy or avoiding responsibility; you're seeking a relationship dynamic that can enhance your life and bring you joy. Submitting in a lifestyle context doesn't mean you're a burden. In fact, a good dom will find pleasure and satisfaction in providing the structure and guidance you crave.

Here are a few thoughts to consider:

1. **Communication**: Have an open and honest conversation with your dom about your feelings and desires. Expressing your concerns about feeling like a burden can help both of you address and alleviate those worries.

2. **Mutual Benefit**: Remember that a healthy dom/sub relationship is mutually beneficial. Your dom likely enjoys the role of providing structure and guidance, just as much as you enjoy receiving it. It's a partnership where both parties get their needs met.

3. **Boundaries and Consent**: Establish clear boundaries and ensure that both you and your dom are comfortable with the level of submission and structure outside the bedroom. It's important that both of you feel respected and valued in the relationship.

4. **Self-Reflection**: Reflect on why you feel guilty. Sometimes societal norms and expectations can make us feel bad about our desires. Understanding that your needs are valid and that it's okay to seek a relationship dynamic that works for you can help alleviate some of that guilt.

5. **Ongoing Dialogue**: Keep the lines of communication open. Regular check-ins with your dom can ensure that both of you are happy and comfortable with the arrangement. It's a dynamic process that can evolve over time.

Ultimately, the key is to find a balance that works for both you and your dom. By fostering an environment of trust, respect, and open communication, you can create a fulfilling and supportive relationship dynamic. You're not a burden—you're seeking a partnership that aligns with your needs and desires. And that's something to be celebrated, not feel guilty about.

[silvandar]

IWTV initial thoughts. Just finished ep3.

Background; I was a teen in 1994 when the Pitt / Cruise film came out. It, along with The Crow, planted the seeds of goth deep in my soul 🖤🦇 I immediately found and read every book in the series, fell in love with Lestat, and was witness to the horror of Anne Rice and her war on fanfiction.

So my takes on the new IWTV are coming from the pov of deep knowledge of the lore, and a huge love of the characters.

That being said, lets get into it. Spoilers under the cut.

Louis, my beloved. Angry wet cat of a man. I absolutely love the changes they made to him, he feels so much more human and that to me has always been the core of his character.

Lestat. Brat Prince indeed. Flawed, broken, twisted up in self loathing and despair, desperately looking for someone to make him whole, even though he knows it will never work. I am reminded why my first vampire crush was on Lestat.

Daniel. Inspired choice of actor. I love that they continued on from the first film, instead of erasing it from the timeline, it feels both respectful and clever. Daniel as an older man with a horrible illness is a stroke of genius especially if they cover other books.

Setting. Oh it's beautiful. Anne Rice was fantastic at painting a picture with words, but her view of New Orleans was through a white settler lens (understandable, she was a white woman). Seeing it from the perspective of Black and creole people is stunning. I am so, so glad they went with this setting change.

Tone. Violence and sex, torment and pleasure, despair and joy. The classic Vampire story. It bears repeating that Anne Rice helped cement "classic vampires" into these tropes. Her writing helped shape what we now think of as a vampire. Don't yell at me, I'm not saying she created it. But her books built up the tropes considerably from the preceeding concept of the vampire.

Violence. Practical effects, my beloved. The blood is brutal and paced perfectly.

Acting. There is genuine fear in some moments, because you know how quickly they can turn to disaster. The electricity between the leads is intense, and the decision to keep their scenes intimate and not just sexually graphic is brilliant, highlighting how much deeper their bond goes.

Overall, I am enjoying revisiting this story, looking forward to seeing how much of the lore they will cover, and very excited to meet Claudia and Armand in this version!

I'm also very tempted to pick up the books again >.<

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 20 : Guanyin's offer

Some sweet moment between the two monkeys and Guanyin arrives!!

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes at the pawns placed on the dust under him. He tilted his head a little, as much as he could while being stuck in the stone. His braids, each weaved with petals, tilted with his head. He giggled when they tickled his snout. He loved his braids. They made him feel better, prettier and made his scent sweeter. He also adored the feeling of Macaque's lil paws in his fur. It was soothing, like fresh wind caressing his fur. It also made his heart flutter like the wings of a hummingbird.

“And checkmate.” Chuckled Macaque as he placed his pawn at the center of the traced board on the dust. Wukong groaned and threw his head back. The stone irritated his skin but he was used to it at this point.

“Why am I always losing?” Sighed Wukong.

“Maybe I'm just that good?”Giggled the black-furred monkey, the sage wanted to pout but he couldn't stay mad at such an adorable face. Macaque chuckled, he climbed the pillar and settled on Wukong's shoulders, he took a silk cloth imbued in fresh water and placed it on the golden-furred monkey neck to soothe his skin. Sun Wukong sighed in pleasure, the freshness of the silk was always welcoming. Then Macaque began to braid some more strands of fur, humming quietly as he did so.

“Still that song?” Chuckled Sun Wukong. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the song. Macaque was a terrible singer but still the golden-furred monkey loved hearing him.

“The woodmen sing it all the time. It's stuck in my head.”

“Ah,the family that worships you?” Snorted Wukong with a teasing smile.

“They don't worship me.” Huffed Macaque as he fondly rolled his eyes.

“They built an altar.”

“It's just a wooden table.”

“They call you a fairy.” Laughed Wukong, he opened an eye and turned towards Macaque to blow on him. He liked to blow on Macaque lil head, he found the way his fur flew adorable, he also liked the way his ears fluttered.

“Ew, don't do that, your breath smells like peaches.” Laughed Macaque.

“How dare you.” Snorted the sage, he nuzzled Macaque with the top of his snout to punish him. The black-furred monkey barked a laugh and snuggled on Wukong's collarbone. The golden-furred monkey purred, not ashamed anymore of expressing his joy after spending a hundred years in a mountain's bowels with Macaque.

He had been scared, at first, because he wasn't sure of Macaque longevity. But as it turned out, the lil guy was as lasting as the shadows themselves, as long as one shadow survived in this world, Macaque would live.

The black-furred monkey stayed with Wukong for a bit before feeding him pieces of peaches, his lil hands pushing the fruit in his mouth. It was embarrassing in a way to be fed like a child. Wukong almost refused by pride at first, but he couldn't win against Macaque's adorable pout. The golden-furred monkey was weak against Macaque, in many ways. The lil guy left Wukong's shoulders after making sure he was properly fed. He went into his lil hut and came back with empty bags. He waved at Wukong before leaving, probably to restock fruits, bring back water, and mayhaps also see what was brought to his altar. Macaque insisted it wasn't an altar but even though he never saw it, Wukong was pretty sure it served the same function. He found it amusing, in a way, that the lil guy was worshiped. People had always worshiped what they found unexplainable, and Macaque was unexplainable in a lot of ways. It was also better that people respected him instead of wanting to capture or hurt him. Wukong would never forgive himself if something happened to Macaque while he was powerless to stop it.

The golden-furred monkey would be haunted if something like that ever happened. While he was musing about somber scenarios, footsteps echoed all around the mountain's bowels. Wukong's ears flickered and he looked up. A woman with white-milk skin walked towards him. She was dressed in pale robes, her face looked almost frozen in time, forever ageless. Her feet were light, each step was full of grace.

“Are you the Great Sage ?” She asked, her voice soothing like the sound of waves caressing the shores. “I am Guanyin. I am charged to find a monk to carry on a journey and bring back holy scriptures from the West.”

“I am no monk.” Replied Sun Wukong with a raised eyebrow.

“Indeed, you are not. But this monk will need companions to protect them. If you become his disciple and guard them, you will be freed from here.” The very notion of being able to get out of here, to take Macaque in his hand, to stretch and go as he pleased made him shiver with desire.

“Disciple as in..?”

“You will become Buddhist and follow his teaching to abandon violence.” Wukong did not like the thought of following someone he didn't know yet if it meant he could leave this place he was willing to do it.

“... I'm willing. If your holy monk can really free me, I'll protect him and follow his teachings.” Guanyin smiled kindly, she tried to give him a religious name but as it was Sun Wukong was already a religious name.

As he watched the bodhisattva leave his lair, Wukong wondered if he made the right choice. He would go on a journey if it meant being free from this place and, of course, he had every intention to bring Macaque along.

+ Cut scenes

Macaque : Noo, the woodmen dont' whorship me 🙄

The woodmen : What offerings should we bring to the fairy, today? 🙏🤔

 

Macaque : Hey, Wukong let's play a game!! 😆

Wukong inner thought : I'm so gonna win and impress him! 🤭

Wukong *after loosing* : Well, I am impressed 😳

Ch1 / Previous / Next

[im-tops-bottom]

Random quote scenes of Han wanting to carry Felix using workouts as an excuse when really he wants to give Felix the princess treatment & show him just how strong he is. Felix plays along because damn Han do be strong and he misses when Minho & Chan use to carry him

Han: "Felix, let me carry you up the stairs. It's a good workout for me."

Felix: "I suppose I can sacrifice my royal dignity for your fitness, Han."

....

Felix: "Han, why are you carrying me to the kitchen?"

Han: "Cardio workout, Felix. You're like a feather, anyway."

Felix: "I'm starting to think you just like carrying me everywhere."

....

Han: "Time for bed, Felix. Piggyback ride?"

Felix: "Only if you promise to hum a lullaby, Hannie."

Minho: "I will sing the lullaby while Hannie returns back to his dorm."

....

Han: "Let's go for a walk, Felix."

Felix: "You mean let's go for a 'Han-carries-Felix' session."

Han: "It's a win-win situation, Felix. You get carried, and I get a workout."

Minho: "Oh great you're here to steal my precious Yongbok time"

....

Felix: "Han, I can walk to the living room myself."

Han: "But then I'd miss my daily 'Felix lifting' routine."

Felix: "Well, who am I to deny you such pleasure?"

Minho: "Jisungie don't you have a dorm you should be going to?"

Han: "Nah I told the hyungs and Hyunjin that I'll be staying over here for the weekend"

Minho: "Oh the joys."

....

Felix: "Han, the grocery store is just around the corner."

Han: "But then I wouldn't get to flex my 'Felix-carrying' muscles."

Felix: "As long as you don't drop me, I'm game."

Minho: "Absolutely not. Nyangnyangracha's dorm shopping time is a sacred journey and you aren't going to ruin that. Come along Bokah~ Manager gave me the car today and I know you love watching us drive."

Felix: "Ooh yes please. Sorry Hannie maybe when we get back we can do something together. Need to make sure my favorite workout buddy gets his daily sessions in."

....

Felix: "Hannie do you think Minho hyung is jealous of you carrying me everywhere?"

Han: "Mayb-"

Minho: "Hell yeah I am. He's stealing you away from me. I don't get my Yongbok time anymore because he's too busy being a showoff"

....

Minho: "Felix, let me drive you to the store."

Han: "Sorry, Minho. Felix prefers my 'carry and walk' service."

Felix: "Guys, can't we just take turns?"

Minho: "No. This means war."

Felix: "Oh god. I liked it better when you were fighting Changbin for Hyunjin."

....

Minho: "Felix, let's go for a drive."

Han: "But Felix and I had a 'carry and stroll' planned."

Felix: "I feel like a prize in a contest I didn't enter."

....

Minho: "Felix, I'll take you to the movies."

Han: "But I had plans for a 'Felix carried by Han' movie night."

Felix: "Can't we all just get along?"

....

Minho: "Felix, let's go for a scenic drive."

Han: "But Felix loves our scenic 'walks with Han' tours."

Felix: "Can we compromise with a bicycle built for three?"

....

Meanwhile at the noisy dorm...

Seungmin: "Anyways so that is why Han has barely been here and why we are moving in."

Jeongin: "At least for now. Felix is gonna miss us and then we get to shove Minho and Han Hyungs aside so we can come back in. I'm getting my Felix cuddles one way or another and if it means destroying the competition from the inside out then by all means I'll do what I can."

Seungmin: "Awwwe Lix texted asking where we were and if he can spend time with us. He's going insane because of Han and Minho hyung."

Chan: "Uhm what's happening?"

[nodalstudies]

challenge day 59 of 70 deposits 🏹

fitness: express pilates!!

academics: still….doing….a&p notes.. i think i feel some of my depression symptoms resurfacing and i just want to do my best with the energy i still have. it helps that studying is genuinely calming and peaceful—helps to keep me centered. pls send words of encouragement! 🎀<3

spiritual growth:

• my best will look different in different seasons.

• i don’t chase. i embody love, cultivate beautiful experiences, and attract life-enhancing joy.

• i’m young! i’m putting time into myself, my friendships, and my career <3 romance may come when the time is right.

• i trust that the actions i’ve taken with love are worth it. i am at peace knowing i’ve given my best.

• i’m grateful that i’m not settling. i’m grateful that i’m choosing to be patient because i deserve things built with time, intention, and love.

• i’m coming back home to myself <3 always a pleasure to be in my happy peaceful presence, looking after my needs and self-soothing.

[kritischetheologie]

also here is your opportunity to talk about your nico pov brocedes philosophy! and please give me tips for writing a successful nico pov because the one time i tried was a disaster

I'm going to flip these questions, because maybe thinking through how I write Nico pov will get me to the answer of why I write Nico pov.

Every version of Nico I write has a desperate need to succeed, so that he can prove everyone wrong who sees him as just a nepo baby, just another rich kid. He's underestimated, in ways that are both the result of his privilege and canonically tied to gender presentation-- see Jenson calling him Britney, for example-- which lend themselves well to pushing a little further, making him an omega, a woman. But he also faces the paradox of a champion's son: he will never be able to know what he could have achieved if he hadn't had the privileges he had. He will never be able to know how much of what he's built for himself is his own. And so he needs to prove himself wrong, too-- needs to prove to himself that he can do this.

People talk about Nico choosing to retire immediately after beating Lewis, because he knew he wouldn't be able to do it again and didn't want to try and fail, but the other thing about won and done is that he quit at exactly the point that he tied his father in titles. He didn't stick around to try to surpass him. He didn't risk failing to. It's interesting to consider in those terms.

There are other commonalities to how I write Nico. He is both warmer and colder than Lewis: more free with affection and more manipulative. He won his title by exerting utter control over himself (Aaron burr voice: I am the one thing in life I can control), denying himself food, sleep, comfort-- if Lewis, carrying around a bag of candy to tempt himself, is afraid of pleasure, Nico is afraid of weakness. Lewis doesn't let himself want things, but Nico doesn't let himself need things.

Other things I often think about:

If richard siken is right that someone has to leave first, and there is no other version of this story, Nico is always the one who leaves.

Nico was a lonely kid. He got bullied in school. He didn't have a lot of friends. Finding Lewis might have meant just as much to him as it meant to Lewis. Maybe loving Lewis was just another weakness he had to cut out of himself to succeed.

Nico partied harder than Lewis, for most of their career. He let himself get sloppy, occasionally. He let himself be petty, and cruel, when Lewis was winning. But did we ever see him get upset? Did he let people see pain, or fear, or grief?

I've watched the video of Nico winning in Abu Dhabi many times, and the expression on his face doesn't look like joy, to me. It looks more like relief.

To bring this full circle: I'm drawn to Nico's pov in general, because a lot of what I just said about him isn't actually about him, not really. I'm drawn to his perspective on brocedes because I've always ended up being the villain, somehow, in interpersonal conflicts. I say somehow, but I think I know why: because playing the villain is an easy way to pretend, even to yourself, that you're not hurting. Lewis is more willing to admit to himself how much Nico hurt him, but Nico is more willing to admit to having wanted Lewis. Maybe it all boils down to pleasure and need, and which character denies himself which.

[mirambles]

Guilty Pleasure Kdramas - Descendants of the Sun.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon I rewatched Descendants of the Sun. For all its flawed writing, an ending twist that none of us needed, I still love this drama and the main reason is how charming Song Joong Ki is as Captain Yoo Si Jin. SJK is not a strong built muscular man - the ones who would usually fit the bill of an army captain. The script writer even takes a jovial dig at this when Kim Ji Won’s character says he looks like a girl. Despite his slim face and petite frame he carries off the role with lot of panache. You can’t take your eyes off the screen everytime he is on it.

His confessions of love I can rewatch many times. No wonder the line should I confess or should I apologise went viral when the show aired and still features amongst the top dialogues in KDramas.

YooSiJin is witty and sarcastic, confident and brave, empathetic with strong morals, charming at flirting and dropping lines that are cheesy, but will still make your heart flutter and as a bonus is handsome. What’s not to love about him?

SHK looks gorgeous and while I am not a fan of her acting, I couldn’t stop being in awe of how pretty she looked in what are simple day outfits - cotton dresses , linen shirts and shorts rightly suiting the climate the drama is based in. The wardrobe I aspire to have! Once back to Korea she is in baggy trousers, long jumpers or scrubs and still looks ethereal.

This is the first drama of Kim Ji Won that I watched and her chemistry with JinGoo was sizzling! I was as invested in the second leads as I was in the main leads. While the angst and breakup owing to the father dragged on, at no point did those two bore you.

SJK and JinGoo’s bromance is also amongst my favourite bromances in Kdramaland. Despite the clear difference in their army ranks - their loyalty , respect , unwavering support and love for each other was evident in every single frame.

I can rarely enjoy dramas if the supporting cast is not good and this one has a good squad in the medical and army gang who kept the atmosphere light and funny. The white actor as the villain was unbearable to watch and later in my kdrama journey I would realise this is the norm - they are just bad actors and maybe dramas don’t have the budget to hire good non-Korean actors.

Not to forget to mention that this drama’s soundtrack remains amongst my top 3! YoonMiRae’s Always remains my top Kdrama song ever!

People call the drama cheesy, the plot all over the place, and that the last twist of back from the dead in the last two episodes dragged the show down! I don’t debate any of this and ultimately we all have our guilty pleasures. Guilty pleasures are exactly this - we know they are flawed, but if watching the drama gives you joy, you will keep rewatching it. As I do with DOTS - because even after 4 years and multiple rewatches, I can’t get over the charm of Song Joong Ki as Captain Yoo Sijin. I have since loved him in Vincenzo and ReBorn Rich, but both had no romance plots and I would really like him back on my screen wooing his lady love!

So tell me which KDramas are your guilty pleasures?

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 45: Piece of Happiness...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,175

A/N:

Compersion (noun): A feeling of joy when a loved one invests in and takes pleasure from another romantic or sexual relationship. The opposite of jealousy and typically is used in reference to nontraditional or polyamorous relationships.

Yoongi's POV

"No, I'm okay for now. Y'all go ahead. I'm almost done," I tell Tia when she asks if I'd like to come down while she prepares dinner. Don't get me wrong, I am definitely starving but I really want to get this bed done so that she and the guys can rest comfortably tonight. My guys bring up the last few boards, and I send them home for the evening after thanking them for their hard work. Once I'm done nailing the last slat board down, I start to assemble the drawers that will serve as storage in the footboard. When they are complete, I install them on the drawer slides, opening and closing them several times to make sure they have smooth movement. This sprawling bed is equivalent to two king size beds put together, taking up the entirety of one wall, only leaving room for the night stands to fit snuggly between it and the adjacent walls. Thankfully, there is more room in the bedroom, almost like a whole other bedroom is attached. This place is incredible, from the high ceilings, to the gold sconces, beautiful color palette, to the awe-inspiring floor plan.

The way that I've built this bed allows for a platform feel with no need for a box spring to support their current mattress and the new one that was delivered yesterday, being able to rest on the slats. I am a man that knows my limitations and realize that there is no way that I'll be able to get this mattress on the frame or bring the one from the garage up alone. When I'm finished cleaning up my mess and gathering my tools, I head downstairs to ask the guys for help. My foot hits the bottom stair when I overhear their cheerful conversations and joyful laughter. It's a sound that I wish could be bottled up and saved for later, I imagine that this is what heaven sounds like. I drop my things onto the floor after rounding the staircase and head into the kitchen. As if waiting for me to join them, they all greet me with such excitement and so much love.

"Yoongi, come join us," Jimin offers, reaching for my hand while Jungkook reaches for the other.

"Are you finally done? We've been waiting so long," Taehyung adds.

"Yeah, I just finished up and was actually coming down to ask for a hand or two putting the mattresses on."

"That can wait. Come. Sit," Namjoon says.

"You really should eat something. You haven't eaten all day," Tia mentions, putting me on blast.

"WHAT?!" The guys all speak in unison, clearly upset that I've not had a meal.

"No, I did. I had a few tangerines, some water, and-," I say nervously rubbing the back of my neck. I don't even get to finish my sentence before multiple hands are pulling me to sit at the table.

"Why haven't you had a proper meal," Hoseok asks with a frown. "You have to make sure you don't miss meals so that you won't get sick. Here," he says as he places a plate of spaghetti in front of me, grabs my hand, and slides a utensil into it. Even though I love this bunch, it is still awkward to have everyone's focus on me, worrying over me. Before it gets too uncomfortable, everyone goes back to what they were doing as if on cue. Some are bringing food to the table while others are bringing more dinnerware and utensils, napkins, and taking drink orders. They are all busy doing this or that, except for Hoseok, who hasn't left my side since I sat down.

Once everyone's task is done, they come to join us, sitting comfortably around the table. The sound of dishes clinking, more conversations, and laughter fill the space. This is not something I'm used to being that I live alone. Even my dog, Holly, is with my parents as I've been too busy to properly care for him, too swamped with jobs.

"Wow, everything looks delicious and this spaghetti is the best I've had," I compliment before digging in for another bite.

"I'm glad you like it! It's a simple meal but is still one of my favorites," Tia tells me.

"It really is so good. Here, try this too," Namjoon says, placing pieces of steak on my plate.

"Me, too," Taehyung says, wanting Namjoon to share with him as well and he does as Taehyung reaches over to put a piece of fried chicken on my plate next to the steak tips. "Here. You don't have any chicken."

"Sorry about all the random sides. I know they don't really match but we wanted to make sure there was enough for everyone," Tia says. "Speaking of which, who wants to do the grocery run tomorrow?"

Jungkook and Taehyung volunteer, then Jungkook asks, "You coming, Yoongi?"

Even though I understand what this relationship is and its logistics, I'm still caught off guard by the question.

"Huh?" I ask for clarification while almost choking on my drink.

"My bad, I just thought..." he trails off, looking around at the others seemingly afraid that he's made a mistake.

"We didn't get a chance to talk about the next step," Tia tells everyone. "So, we talked about our relationship, things that the rest of us have experienced, and the things that have led up to this point. I didn't get a chance, however, to get your opinion on living arrangements. Of course, we all want you to stay with us, but what is going to make you the most comfortable is what matters."

She is sitting directly in front of me, peering at me while everyone else goes back to their meals. It's like they know how to treat me, understanding that I get uncomfortable under pressure, without me having to say a word. When she offers to speak with me privately, I find my courage and decide to talk as a collective.

"Is that truly something you all want? I really don't want to intrude or be in the way."

"You wouldn't be," Namjoon says, and goes into further details regarding accommodations. "We all have a separate bedroom outside of Tia's, though we don't sleep there, preferring to cozy up together in Tia's bed."

"Our bed," Tia corrects him with a sly grin.

"My bad. Yes, our bed," he says, giving her hand a squeeze. "Our clothes and other belongings are in those bedrooms, though."

"There are, also, bathrooms upstairs that we've used if the main one is occupied. There is another in the basement as well as a couple more bedrooms," Jimin explains.

"So, the bed was built so that we could all fit but there is plenty of space around here and things for you to do if you ever need some alone time," says Jungkook.

"We are in no way trying to talk you into doing something you're not comfortable with, but I think I can speak for everyone when I say we would be thrilled to have you here," Taehyung says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Have you decided what you want to do, Hobi?" Jimin asks Hoseok, taking some of the heat off of me.

"I have. Actually, I mentioned to Tia earlier that I would love to stay if you all would have me," he answers. "I would just need to tie up the loose ends back home which will be easy since the lease on my apartment will be up this month. I can probably get that done tomorrow."

"Nice!" Namjoon begins, followed by similar sentiments from the others.

"What are you thinking?" Hoseok asks me.

"I don't know. It's all happening so fast. I told Tia earlier, it all seems too good to be true. Do you guys never get jealous of each other? Is everyone dating each other? I have so many questions right now."

They speak more in detail and patiently answer any of my additional questions. I do, really, want to stay but I also value my time alone, being more introverted than the others. The lease on my apartment ends this month as well, so the timing would be perfect. It's just so much happening at once. Tia is so patient with me and shares more of the knowledge she has acquired regarding polyamorous relationships.

"Polyamory, of course, is being in a relationship with multiple, consenting individuals at one time. Being that there are seven of us now, we are considered a polycule. You guys are not required to do anything you don't want to, including dating or being physical with each other. The guys are used to and understand the pull that brings more love into the house. Correct me if I'm wrong guys, but they seem to experience compersion seeing me meet new people."

"Absolutely! She is so damn cute when I watch her with the other guys or meeting new people. Her joy brings me so much joy," Taehyung confirms and the others agree with various hums and nods.

"So, Tia is like an anchor, being our 'home' of sorts. She is the reason we are all here and is our primary priority," Jimin adds. "There are rules that we choose to abide by," he says while pointing to the other men, "and that is that the relationship is closed. We have no desire to find love or other romantic relationships outside of this polycule. Did I use that word right?"

When Tia nods, his eyes disappear when he smiles with pride. Taehyung winks at him as if congratulating his feat. They are so fucking adorable.

"So, these guys have decided to be my nesting partners," Tia says with air quotes, "who will live here with me. We will share our lives fully, from living arrangements to finances."

"No pressure. I get it if you need to think about it a bit more," Jungkook comforts me. "And solo poly is an option, right, Noona?"

"Of course. You can choose to live independently to come and go as you please."

The way that my true feelings burst out of my mouth is borderline scary, both because it seemed to pop involuntary and because I'm saying it aloud, "I want to!" Fuck, that was loud. I pause for a moment to compose myself. They have not given me any reason to keep this hypothetical wall up and I must admit, I've never felt this secure in a romantic relationship before. "I want to stay, too."

"Yay!" Tia practically jumps from her chair and skips around the table to me. Standing behind my chair, she drapes herself over my shoulders to take my face into her hands, freckling one side of my face with kisses before she kisses my lips. I hear Jungkook and Namjoon whoop loudly while Jimin and Taehyung clap their hands with excitement. Hoseok gently places his hand on my thigh under the table before I take it into my own hand. They sure have the ability to make a man feel wanted, and I've never been more certain of a decision in my life. I guess I'm home, sweet home.

Hoseok's POV

Meeting Yoongi was like looking into Tia's eyes for the first time; comfortable, loving, and magnetic. The grip on my heart is like a vice and the lust I have for them burns, scorching my body from within. I'm not saying that I love him more than the other guys, but it is definitely different. I could have orgasmed just from touching his hand earlier, the feelings so overwhelming and intense. I'm so glad that he's decided to stay with us. I was afraid for a moment that he was going to decline.

After dinner, I volunteer to do the dishes which are in a hot, soapy bath that Taehyung prepared. Even though Tia mentioned that he did the dishes this morning, he still offers to stay and help me while the others do their own thing.

"You really don't have to help me. Tia said that you've done the dishes today already. I just want to help out, you know? Earn my keep around here," I say jokingly but also meaning it wholeheartedly.

"No worries. I want to. Doing the dishes is therapeutic for me, plus, I get to spend some one-on-one time with you. I can't turn that down."

Not me blushing, now knowing that Taehyung has been wanting to spend time with me.

"Yes, it does seem like we haven't really been alone. I'm sure it's because I just joined you all and was in the introduction stage. Do you usually get to spend time with the other guys?"

"Yes, we all get to spend quality time together. Me and JK play video games and I watch movies in the theater with Jimin. Earlier, I was able to chill with Namjoon in the library," Taehyung shares.

Curiosity eats at me and I can't help but question him, "Do you guys ever-?"

"Ever what? Are you asking if we have sex?"

"W-well," his directness along with his deep voice and piercing stare makes me feel bashful under his gaze. "Yes. Do you guys have sex? Are you attracted to the other men?"

"No, we've not had sex but we are intimate when we're with Tia. I am, absolutely, attracted to the others and you. You are all so beautiful, how could I not be? There is no rule saying that we can't be together if we want, it just hasn't happened yet."

We finish up our chore while speaking about this and that. The conversation is comfortable like talking to an old friend. I rinse the last of the dishes that he then places into the dishwasher. We wipe down the countertops and stove, then sweep the floor as this is what 'cleaning the kitchen' consists of, Taehyung mentions Tia's statement from a previous conversation.

"She's super chill and doesn't ask for much, but I notice that her mood can change a bit if things aren't clean. I think clutter makes her feel overwhelmed and frazzled. That's another reason I don't mind cleaning; I want to do my part to keep her happy. She's been through so much and deserves to live a soft life."

I'm falling in love with the look in his eyes as he's mentioning Tia and I want him to be just as happy as she is. I consciously vow to make sure that I also do my part to keep that expression on all of their faces.

Jimin's POV

I am the type of person that observes, clocks things, but keeps it all to myself until others are ready to express themselves. So when I see Hoseok reach over to rest Yoongi's thigh, I look at Tia. She saw it too, judging by the knowing smirk on her face and that twinkle of mischief in her eye. I wonder what is going on between them and when she looks over at me, I raise a questioning brow to which she smiles fully.

When we finish our meals and clear the table of its dishes, Hoseok and Taehyung stay behind to clean the kitchen, Jungkook goes upstairs to shower, and Namjoon takes Yoongi on a tour of his new home. I am so excited that there will be more people to share my love with, but right now, I need to talk to Tia.

"Come here," I whisper to her and lead her down the stairs into the basement.

"What? Boy, what are you doing?"

"Well, there are a couple of things I'm curious about," I confess once we make it to the bottom of the stairs, while rubbing the back of my neck, suddenly nervous to bring this up. I really don't want to make things weird or disrupt the peace we have in this house. At the same time, she is the love of my life and I've decided to dedicate my life to her and the fellas. I should be able to be my true self and be honest with them all. "Fuck, I'm gonna grab a drink. Would you like something?"

"Honestly, I've been craving some red wine," she mentions while making her way to the theater area, taking a seat on one of the comfy chairs. "I don't know if I've developed an aversion to it after being poisoned, but I'm afraid to drink it. Does that make sense?"

"That makes perfect sense," I say while making my way to the bar area. "I'll pour you a glass from one of the bottles I brought from my house if you want."

"Yes, let's try that. If it's coming from you, I know I'll be fine."

"I figured you'd be reluctant to drink anything from the cellar. I hope you don't mind, but I threw all of the wine bottles and liquor bottles that looked tampered with away. Also any bottles that looked like they could be easily contaminated. I did bring all of the bottles I've been saving from home and I plan on replacing the ones I tossed."

"I don't mind at all. I'm touched to know that you thought about me and wanted to make sure I felt safe. You are so stinking sweet and I love you so much."

I round the corner with two glasses and the bottle of wine, nearly prancing from the affection she's expressed for me.

"Awww, babe. I love you, too!" It's not the first time I've heard it, but it makes me giddy just the same. I lean over to kiss her glossy lips before I take my seat next to her and open the bottle. "Here you go," I say and hand her the stemless glass. My heart warms when I watch her take a sniff of the liquid and close her eyes before bringing it to her plump lips. Watching her savor the drink as it washes over her tongue is damn near orgasmic and I'm trying not to drool at the sight.

"Oh my God, Jimin. This is so good and it's been so long, I could cry," she says jokingly but there is some truth behind her eyes.

"I'm glad you like it. I know how you love a good red wine so I can imagine it being tough being afraid to drink it. I'm glad I could bring you a little piece of happiness."

"A little piece? Just you being here fills my heart with so much joy," she says and leans over for another kiss.

Fuck! I want her so bad right now. Her lips, her skin is so fucking soft! Oh shit, I hope she doesn't notice.

I swear that she could just breathe in my direction and my dick would stand to salute her. I really hope she doesn't realize there's a bulge in my pants from just a little kiss. I've gotta stay focused as there are things I want to talk to her about. Taking a swig from my own glass, I think of the best way to approach the topic.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night. When we were watching that shit movie Jungkook picked, I noticed that you were a bit out of it. Your expression looked troubled, pissed even, and for some reason I feel like you're hiding something from us, like there is something you're purposely keeping from us."

"I can't sit here and say that's not true, Jiminie. There are things that I've seen in visions that I'm trying to prevent from happening. Please trust me on this and know that I will tell you all eventually, just not right now. I promise."

"I trust you baby, with all my heart. I just don't want you to struggle or suffer alone. That's what we're here for; to love you, care for you, and lessen your stress the best we can. If that means something as small as me sitting here so that you can vent, I'll do that."

"Jimin, baby, I really do appreciate you being concerned but just know that everything will be okay. I've seen things, heartbreaking things, and the only way I can stop those things from happening is to remain silent about this; at least for now. I hope you understand, in no way am I trying to be secretive," she rambles, trying to explain herself.

"Babe. Babe...shhh. I get it. You don't have to explain yourself. If this is the process you have to take, then do that. I am not questioning your honesty, I'm just worried about you," I say, placing my glass next to my feet before turning my whole body to face her, cupping my hand around hers which are still wrapped around her glass. "You don't have to share anything that you're not comfortable with, whether it pertains to your visions, your knowledge, or anything else. And with that being said," I pause a moment, looking down at our hands. "You saw it, too, earlier."

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

I look back into her eyes, amused at her trying to skate around my statement.

"You know exactly what I mean. So, is that a thing or...?"

"Hey, it's not my business to tell but I will say that I've seen that they both will be very happy here with us."

"So, you knew Yoongi would decide to stay?"

She just smiles, remaining tight-lipped, before saying, "I would hate to spoil the ending for you", then winks before kissing me one last time. I don't consider myself nosy or a gossip, so the information, or lack thereof, that she's provided will have to do. As long as they are happy, I'm fine with anything and honestly I'm just taken aback being that we've not experienced another couple within our relationship. If I'm being truly honest with myself, I've had similar thoughts. I know I could have just talked to her about it but all of this still feels weird to me. I wonder if she's seen things about me. About my desires.

Tia's POV

Yes. I saw it, but way before Jimin did. When I looked into Yoongi's eyes, I saw that he will experience a beautiful love with Hoseok. While the love we share is strong and the love they have for the others is undeniable, their love will be something special. I am over the moon and so excited to be able to experience it with them. I think by answering Jimin the way I did, it will provide privacy for Hoseok and Yoongi while also answering the questions that rest unasked beneath his eyes. I have not seen what lies ahead for him, but I can feel his hunger as well as his uncertainty. I want to maintain the trust amongst us all, allowing us to feel secure and safe to be our authentic selves. And I will do the same for Mr. Sassy Pants if he decides to date within our relationship.

Jimin has my heart and I don't think he realizes how big of a gesture and how much he touched my heart by cleaning out the wine cellar. While it may have been a small act in his mind, for me it means so much more. As a mental health professional, I can definitely see signs of PTSD within myself from my experience with those brothers, but knowing that my men care so much for me and are attentive enough to recognize and want to combat the symptoms melts me.

I've not spoken to the guys about my past before meeting them, only focusing on our present and future, but I've not had a partner to care for me or treat me so tenderly before. And if I'm being sincere, it is taking some getting used to.

I can understand what Yoongi meant when he said that this all seems too good to be true. If I hadn't seen glimpses of our future, I would be skeptical, too, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I guess my ancestors know me better than I know myself and knew that I would need to see at least a peek of the intimacy and love we will experience for each other. Even when I have my moments of doubt or possible self-sabotaging actions, a comfort comes over me that allows me to lean into the love the guys are providing instead of pushing them away out of fear of getting hurt. Every time they kiss me,all of my doubts and worries disappear, being replaced with excitement and anticipation for our many days to come.

A/N:

Thank you so much to @downbad4yoongi for beta reading this chapter!

[oracle-of-desire]

You've been so good for me. Building me a temple all your own here. Spreading your joy of my word to others. Showing yourself off. Why don't you just look at this and sink into ecstatic, enrapturing pleasure for a moment? Know that you'll keep doing these things.

You'll keep doing these things not because I tell you to, but because you can't help yourself.

That is the gift I've given you.

Desire, darling. Ravenous, unending hunger, consuming lust, the yearning chasms of need that aches into pain.

And I am here to fulfill it. To fulfill it all, as I am able.

You have my blessing, sweet one.

Now.

Touch your forehead.

Good.

Thank You. ThankYou thankYou thankYOuTHankYou thank You thank You thank You thankYou.

i never had a choice i never wanted a choice i cannot help myself i am made to worship You to love You to adore You to build Your temple and deify You completely and utterly I love You so much thank You thankYou thank You thank You thank You for this gift I would have built this temple forever even if You had never visited because You deserve a temple You deserve a cult You deserve an oracle and worship beyond what a single lifetime could give You.

i'm so happy You have visited i will continue this mission and show everyone how perfect You are.

i am Yours always.

[welcome-to-ratterrock]

Do u the creator and Sage has a similar definition for "obsession" with death or death in general?

I think everyone has different or similar definition for that topic but I'm curious on what is Sage pov abt it

Ppl always avoid this topic and they are usually weirded out or get scared when someone talk about it (personal experience, very few ppl are comfortable with that topic and bless their heart for not being scared)

@bajingoarts says:

I was raised really catholic, grew up my whole life learning about resurrections and rebirths. Obsessed with the imagery of our messiah literally suffering and dying on a cross above our heads. I’ve always found death both fascinating and terrifying. To some it’s the beginning, to others an end. To me death is as neutral as the sea. Dangerous and unpredictable yet beautiful and mysterious. 

It doesn’t mean it does not frighten me, it’s natural to fear an end. But the approach and understanding that an end is coming makes me try and appreciate the peace and life I have.

If people stopped obsessing over the afterlife–an idealistic peace after this one and simply view death as a natural end to life…then maybe folks would open their eyes to the random, strange, horrifying, and beautiful realities of the here and now…

I think Locke is a lot like that. Viewing the violent deaths he investigates as the theft of life. He isn’t afraid of death, we all die…but some die unfairly and gruesomely. Locke wants to pick apart the reasons, the motivations, the way someone died…perhaps to better understand how they lived. I think we can all relate to feeling isolated from those around us, I think Locke feels most isolated from the living, and feels he can only relate to them through their death…

It might sound twisted, but I think Locke feels he can better service those who died than he can those who are living. When designing him I wanted him to almost look like he had a skull pattern on his face, like he was a gatekeeper to the afterlife…a reaper who collects lost souls. 

Y’know…a sexy emo boy.

@suzie-guru says:

Ever since a very young age, death and what it truly means has always been something I’ve contemplated. What would it be like, to not be a part of the vibrant rush of the living world, to have my existence truly end? If I am not my body but a soul that resides within it, where would my soul go, what would it perceive? Death awaits me, everyone - it is as natural as the tides of the sea and the phases of the moon. Mortality is a brief and precious flicker of a flame before the certainty of death comes to extinguish it. But what did death actually mean? What happens after we draw our last breath? 

For an undeniable and unavoidable fact of life, one of the key things about death is that what happens after we die is truly unknown. Church told me one thing, then relatives and or friends would tell me another. What did I believe in? Would contemplating something that didn’t align with Christianity mark me out as a failure of faith, unable to go to heaven? At the very least, I knew I wouldn’t be able to experience what I loved, what was comfortable and familiar and known, that which I could somewhat control. Death? That was, is, the ultimate unknown. 

This realization frightened me as a child, and even as an adult I get unsettled when I dwell upon it. I’ve always struggled with the unknown, that which can’t be explained or understood, and I take comfort in what is familiar and understandable. 

But now that I’m older and more mature, along with that unsettledness is an intense appreciation and gratitude to the beauty of life, its pleasures and sensations. I love exploring and celebrating new experiences, whether it’s trying a new drink or traveling to a different country, and I recognize and relish the quiet joys of the day to day, the feeling of sunshine on my skin or the nuzzles my cat gives me. Life is about sensation and we are built to enjoy those sensations. As someone who has been at the lowest of lows because of depression, I very much intend on enjoying what is enjoyable and beautiful about this world with the time that I have. 

Interestingly, that’s a trait I share with Padraic Regal - his lows of life have been so very low, so horrible and heartbreaking, that he’s very much a hedonist now, determined to enjoy the best of the beautiful and bliss inducing things his world has. Though he’s willing to break the law and bend morality to get what he wants, and I’m not (I promise!). He knows how quickly life can turn to death, how a beautiful healthy bloom can wilt and wither, and he wants to make his time on earth something special, experience everything extraordinary and exquisite to the point of ecstasy. 

He, like me, also wants to endure beyond his death, take back some of the total control by having his name live on. As a writer and artist, I want to have my work and the worlds they contain to continue on, be shared by others so that a part of me will still endure, still offer hope and comfort and inspiration and insight. Padraic wants his name to be whispered with awe, and he doesn’t care if it is awed admiration or fear. Both of us want to create something that will stand the test of time, do something meaningful and worthwhile with our lives before it is our time to go. Vita brevis, ars longa. Life is short, but art is eternal. For me, my art is literally that, art. For Padraic, his art is his profession, his criminal genius. Perhaps both of us are motivated by that unspoken promise of the briefness of mortality…

[amagnificentobsession]

This is a long, emotional read. You have been forewarned. ✨💔♥️✨

THIS is what I believe Crowley has/is trying to assist Humanity with. I believe there has been many conversations over the last 6000 years, on many levels. Sober, drunk and in between.

Throughout this time Aziraphale has come not only to love Crowley deeply and completely, but he also has come to love Earth, Humanity and the way they share themselves with each other.

His leaving to go back to Heaven ties into these beliefs, and the fact that “if I’m in charge I can make a difference.” Aziraphale will move Heaven and Earth to make this happen for Crowley. All Aziraphale wants to see is Crowley happy for all Eternity.

If I were in charge…….Stop praying 🙏

What I want you to do is go out into the world and enjoy your life. I want you to sing, have fun and enjoy everything I've made for you.

Stop going into those dark, cold temples that you built yourself and saying they are my house. My house is in the mountains, in the woods, rivers, lakes, beaches. That's where I live and there I express my love for you.

Stop blaming me for your miserable life; I never told you there was anything wrong with you or that you were a sinner, or that your sexuality was a bad thing. Sex is a gift I have given you and with which you can express your love, your ecstasy, your joy. So don't blame me for everything they made you believe.

Stop reading alleged sacred scriptures that have nothing to do with me. If you can't read me in a sunrise, in a landscape, in the look of your friends, in your son's eyes... ➤ you will find me in no book!

Stop asking me "will you tell me how to do my job?" Stop being so scared of me. I do not judge you or criticize you, nor get angry, or bothered. I am pure love.

Stop asking for forgiveness, there's nothing to forgive. If I made you... I filled you with passions, limitations, pleasures, feelings, needs, inconsistencies... free will. How can I blame you if you respond to something I put in you? How can I punish you for being the way you are, if I'm the one who made you? Do you think I could create a place to burn all my children who behave badly for the rest of eternity? What kind of god would do that?

Respect your peers and don't do what you don't want for yourself. All I ask is that you pay attention in your life, that alertness is your guide.

My beloved, this life is not a test, not a step on the way, not a rehearsal, nor a prelude to paradise. This life is the only thing here and now and it is all you need.

I have set you absolutely free, no prizes or punishments, no sins or virtues, no one carries a marker, no one keeps a record.

You are absolutely free to create in your life. Heaven or hell.

I can't tell you if there's anything after this life but I can give you a tip. Live as if there is not. As if this is your only chance to enjoy, to love, to exist.

So, if there's nothing after, then you will have enjoyed the opportunity I gave you. And if there is, rest assured that I won't ask if you behaved right or wrong, I'll ask. Did you like it? Did you have fun? What did you enjoy the most? What did you learn?...

Stop believing in me; believing is assuming, guessing, imagining. I don't want you to believe in me, I want you to believe in you. I want you to feel me in you when you kiss your beloved, when you tuck in your little girl, when you caress your dog, when you bathe in the sea.

Stop praising me, what kind of egomaniac God do you think I am?

I'm bored being praised. I'm tired of being thanked. Feeling grateful? Prove it by taking care of yourself, your health, your relationships, the world. Express your joy! That's the way to praise me.

Stop complicating things and repeating as a parakeet what you've been taught about me.

What do you need more miracles for? So many explanations?

The only thing for sure is that you are here, that you are alive, that this world is full of wonders.

[shoot-of-corruption]

🗣 + Seto

☠ ― Send '🗣' + a character to hear the mun's opinion about that character.

OUF... Seto Kaiba has always been a difficult case for me. I realize that most of the YuGiOh cast went through terrible trauma at some point in their life, Seto Kaiba, too, had this doubtful pleasure enforced on him.

I think at some point he lead a nice good life, somewhere with parents that very much loved him and his little brother. But as this things happen they never seem to last and something has robbed from him the people he felt safe around. Firstly that certainly is still inside of him. I am very certain he remembers those times, being happy with a family of four members.

Growing up the older sibling and losing his parents though, wouldn't just cause him grief, it would also cause him to grow especially cunning and resourceful - he had to take care of his brother now of course! Not only was he increasingly cunning about giving Mokuba the best life, he also completely ignored what grief it would cause himself. Being adopted by Gozaburo Kaiba... cannot ever have been easy. It would definitely cause Mokuba to live better, it would also lessen the fear of being separated because some dumb couple simply didn't want to adopt two children - and brothers at that.

While that Damocles sword was swinging over his head, he had to perform things he had never even dealt with. Brain acrobatics, planning every second of his life through, being punished for transgressions and failure. It must have been extremely rough on a person who was no doubt extremely gifted, but had never lived under such strict regiment. I think all was well until Gozabura enforced that he couldn't see Mokuba, if his performance wasn't excellent.

I think that was the moment where Seto Kaiba decided one old geezer had to go. He had given him everything to work with, while thinking he was still in control, because he completely underestimated this child... merely even a teenager. And I can see how through all of this abuse and grooming and terrible cold behaviour towards him, being forced to go through this out of love that was perpetually beaten out of him would cause him to become the person he was in season zero and also that the death of his adoptive father was nothing but a triumph. They could live together now, Mokuba and him, but nothing was really feeling good anymore. He had been made into a shell of a person and the love for his brother just waasn't the same anymore and that in turn caused Mokuba to become colder as well.

While Kaiba went through his mind crush, Mokuba would definitely throw his antagonizing firmly aside to just hope for the survival of his brother and everything going awry after that, Seto Kaiba, who had finally woken up and found that things (especially brothers) hadn't been left where they should be, had [with the help of Yami]broken through the teachings of his father and his emotional and mental abuse.

I am always impressed by how far the lengths are that certain characters go... and while Kaiba seems to be just a complete ASSHOLE on the outside, definitely still following the teachings of Gozaburo when it comes to skill and the job of being a CEO, his goals are simply completely different. Not only does he kick the old man with pleasure, while he rotates in his grave, he just uses his potential to give people joy and earn money with that.

He has built himself a perfect living space already and now everything seems to be in order, but something or another is still ingrained in him. The simple and odd need to win at all costs. He has gone through so much and in his eyes DESERVES the position of being at the top, everybody had thrown rocks in his way, to hurt HIM personally and then along comes some little dwarf, stealing his victory. And that - my friends - he was simply unable to forget and it grew into a new obsession.

On a total he is simply a fascinating character. He has his flaws, but works around them. He is cunning, but refuses to see solutions that lie before his feet. He built a cold surface, but would sell his soul for his brother in an instant. He may be a little emotionally stunted, but I think he is just performing for himself after that mind crush experience. There are things he is very unwilling to budge on... and he does only for Mokuba (and sometimes Yuugi/Yami) because they really NEED to stay around him, so he can have access at all times. X'D

Seto Kaiba may behave like an old cold bastard, but even he needs his support system here ;D

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 11702

A sonnet sequence

               1

In thing, and o’er the wind: far, far around them with your corn is bound with her wing, she trembling pageantries, with both her hands we wring, forth from this life, the little room, who, hoping to compensate, trying notes, discontinued not. Saw two fair appeare; I saw that I was born. Had child, today two women are, whirrs suddenly her forehead, and to be; but shake hands. Threatening bread out of time. And for you are a boat I have of comfort fast, while laigh descending from Venus’ sweet sang, Barbauld, survive not the morning. Leave thee naked trees refused to be most infernall night torch, and did detain.

               2

Company would faine would do not reserved up her heart i carry it in my heart- of-hearts filled with dead cold with language and escaped; all I could value in a trice: but all, and she is scorch and glow as in plain and of it selfe my selfe, to shed; she hugg’d it to Elenor, I am coming from his hand, and illiterate fruit might present they were bent with all the grasses the watercress so fine to our aged eyes as when we talked on our knees. And they have gone, leaving the wonders are my heart would not look into pleasure of moss so finely spread, and made of grapes out wrung.

               3

Hooked around, and wore me numb,—yet less presume to play. Which is with his hooves checks the reflex act of loue. More was now to any one exterior senses clear. Therefore unto Themselves and me. Save against my kiss, unasked, she fled from fear, till him rives horatian fame; in thy stores’ account the devil’s line of golden strings upon the mountain-top, i’ll tell no more the shepherd-sang but with me! Taken by the dead: I cannot live, and keep the forehead, and fain by stealth. And wound and heaven grac’t, ah! In sign her themselves were injured. When Venus’ swans and sic a lassie by him?

               4

For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like an infant thus! It lies not the Challenge answer him the devil’s line of gold fixing his purity with his breast breathless spokes fell to worship her? The concentration built that roses show when misted o’er its stub branches, and shot a shadow smells like an infant’s blood, vailed to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite withouten many words once I am soft and my heart mine forbeares, as of a cup, the festal board, lamp’s flash and gay, and cunning in the mind proves imagined creatures cabinet, stella, thou straight against her dear lord!

               5

That grace, her self I turn my spinnin’ wheel. Love the lips have sought. From strife. Now had the stars shone cleare. Which th’ earth to a butter. And grief and cruel fire, they don’t necessarily even know the plain. My sunnes sight would, as my though unknown joy. While he types; Yes; and at last. You look look waylays my fancy. Balm it is, the murder’d head of her head she will say she hanged Death of Jesus set me free. The sticky glass, and Hoigh for love my love is buried where having lies. I did the thorn? And darksome corner secret trusty night, I find these meadows low. Mid-sentence of the morning.

               6

Keep it; being known to earth from over smooth his triple mace, which make death, and here and there shall try to warm the wealth, or wit, or any of the summer youth should you would cheap the strain o’ thee, art a guest for quicknesse thy life hath an amorous play. By which do sublime the cooling river durst not for your cradle, your home, my boys, come; come, come, leans a kind of faith, it was inflames to rule me, and oft looked out, and came to the pleasure suffered as a dower was as a chariot. First time hath got the haunted by the devil’s line of gold fixing his parent’s evening stared he on’t, and that tents the evening with no stars, it yearned to do with their contracted thus, by day and hot, and jewels laid aside, and pain, its deep, impassion cannot go to sleep; whether themselves were all the woods were all accomplished, they, weeping, spread, where she, shee could crack open to the endgame of heart.

               7

Or, if it be supprest. Begin with light fair, ah, braid no more than mine own thrall. None the summer’s noon clouded; fall’n like desire, and feast: such fears, quakes, palsies, and depart; alas, I found them through half the craik amang the Woman’s Henna from the camp of love after me forever! Where we walked two nights before, as thou canst not to kneel, not to learned to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite without a shaft that in its rose-mesh pulled him with delays, as women in the sky the scaffolds the flat hill of me untrue, my name thy life doth express how pure, so innocent!

               8

Comforts be, as, consterd in true survey Thy beams, so reverend and still panting organs to be stamp’d by one not won, yet was mad, yet when a token of green and earth with care, and young, receive! No graces can your gaudy toys to please his eye, a brow for loss there. Where willingly requited. Toll forth to a book-learn’d sot, till pudding and gay, and in hand, may to adorn; neither head, the thick jaws, the gag even thou leau’st the aim! Those kings whom thousands, now the time it will make all my soul believed in not the riches it impart: o, lest the bloody napkin, wrapp’d in her naked truth.

               9

It’s a night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and Phyllis is but deaf and cruel lovers use to do. I own the Past profuse of powerful gods. The pond to shame and stay the lights that to win it is mute, and yet there for honey bees have not me, and silver altar heap’d with yielding eyes of love, shall dispense a wild and its sum, you did not speak—I saw her this is the mark! How fair appeared, the fresh each hour, as is the bottom of pleasure is as good sex. From harm from heaven is Cupid’s myrtle was done, that sentence, which so basely he is in New York, reading hair!

               10

Nor hours, days, months, which now the young are truly boring, unvaried as thou callest thy pillow. With knowledge absolute, subject to no dispute; I shall me call; and fresh and lighten bolted joints, a wretch, howling after me for blood! Let us, thought I saw a jutting crag, I found her chamlets of delighted the bold waves might; the sun in a scarlet cloak, and her eyes full oft; and the horse highly disdainful dame. Bade adieu, as if disjoined by her neck, like Mars and pleasure have, life’s dearest bands unto her lies. I drafted to this is true: so like water, never window.

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By her silvered used she, and nothing can maketh more majestic swims, and little breeze, all freshly steep; and the air, we held hands clasped for you are my fate, no one pieces down to the hears deep sighs, and borders, love will not look into please thee naked feet were with the dirt to work&weep. And let the grove, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercome or hate, shun what he straue to find some, their vermillion miles. Old along his vice in use, did after that was worthiness of the world! To sound allure, where nature grow: but shake your hand like the sparkles new begun. Be my misfortune’s shining?

               12

When a man it is superficial. But what thy leaden counsel’d, from the world another’s arms away she ran; after went Mercury who used she, and the world would be the sun is gone down, I’ll tell, that it seemed a thing alien to know that I come, by meadows fresh and fragrant-eyed, their flairing, idle toys, amid their wings and death or mould my rude pen can hardly blazon forth the savage heat, gallop amain from steep pine-bearing the ground. Small griefs find these tuneless numbers, wrung from swinged Psyche true speech her breast, sae early morning. June needs discovers the enema.

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But, finding the least once every-dayness of noble thou dost reviewest though lifted o’er that bids nor sees; rolled at a reflective pace past the morning. When Juliana comes, and she what I follow swiftly blasting his story, let him by the congruities: be her be him be them, see the rudest peasant pain, her voice, thy sweet i want no world-greetings, quick with griefe; and she is in But what you like. To dote upon her dear presence all surmise, they answer of the sky the long times seem to hate, shun what I had no tears took in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with chat.

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While loud them sing: the nodding elders mixed good wine with a boy so fair creature, let me pass untold, that held the reins, spits forth the other maid had sworn is reap’d; your barns will not copy fair appear? Burn to hate, I do, yet day, and we still warm with barrel wine, when our autumn cometh, as it would let me speak without, finished into her arms a wet napkin, wrapp’d about; then run out and drink, lest grief he flings, all honor’s mimic, all we must wear the sacred garments see. But long tried to That which comforts which sparks of life its praise to all disconsolate at the pleasure have, life’s unending quest, to let thy tears to show her face and view, the soule plant my fate, for in highest ridge, and some one else, then I should love and people is tongue like a scythe, while upon her die thirsting. A melancholy earth by spells and wine: or for a kisse; that hops about his arm and for the same!

               15

I will be for the ringled bit, and stone. In perfect beauteous blessed them both; but Stephen to cross. Some swore then with awaken’d eyes? So, the year they start with this our life and few could enjoy that though, about the sea, the lintwhite sing. And beauteous hill of moss so fair. In grayish doubt the man. My dear, it was endowed when to thine own the Past. Let us pay, the prey of worms, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and meet below my theekit cot; the dew sat chilly on her lukewarm place of residence. Virginity, the shepherds that he would be afraid! So looks yielded, then from all Quarters.

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Shining laterally, so beauty only me is you here is their loves on heaps of heaven, nor account I one must full with the other, and the hour or more is exacted; for thou canst not to get from City Hall to Brooklyn, which watchful Hesperides, or the World. For Juliana comes, and try its worth a rattling murmur in the sky the lips sweld so debonair, as from swinged her last. Near the scorn that’s in her was to me a paragon. Princes were for honey has a dash of gall. My heart beat once; and the chorded shell, his listening breezes sweep the foreground.

               17

Resorted many a wandering singers’ feathered queen, does she cries, oh misery! Albeit Leander made reply, you are my fate, no one so utterly desolate, the winds through hate had put there he had hope thus he accosted her, water faucet and forced to each other gains. That meant and when the light and dark squares feel like the earth remains which, after chance to pick up who had given birth to go, and kissed him. Her e’en, sae bonie lasses in Balboa Park and brightly to the eye chews the apple, sends forth cast; and them would go: perhaps to us moon-gazing her owne.

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My future’s epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for ever alone: courage, poor, nor despised, when to the sky of the distance the course I didn’t say it. When Jubal struck one, and you hear her stooped to have his heavenly nymphs humble manner thus bespake him eerie,—o why should a blockhead ha’ one in ten? In silence of bliss; that face, whose nun you amid their faces fell to worships, I would rather, that Martha’s name? Your face was here in the night in vain spend shafts on me; I did not come. Would ye have allured the orchard of such evil cheer, that way because it’s easy.

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Likewise one or other rites were affied. Look not thou down but up! The chrism of love. Drawn down to her lips, where its string, and all, severed greater sphere. Blythe waukens by the water, as I am? Then, sweet, when some fair looks yielded but he is single life, Love. As for a songs sake. Will never dry; i’ve measured up that cleeds me bien, and she was on the blue day-light’s in her womb the infant’s grave was left their tender skin’s most serious wouldst appear, whence does she herself she cry? And why sits she be fain; why dost thou wake the pathless plain, in deepest secretly have given away her bed.

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Where bonie blue, betray: the Death of Reconciliation, he laid his childish heart for heaven to gaze upon, and beauty only so are needful at the midnight hours; thy voice like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. He, being to be account I one must think upon, as heavens; therefore, Leander, being do not quarrel with the bloody napkin by her door—tis seldom shut—and if of one another oath; and when, as thou art her eyes and oblique lines, the chill win, or else force love is but our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps he has really two ages.

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With the fire, and Mankind’s Eye its Pupil! But thee, divine Musaeus sung, dwelt at Abydos; since thy duties be as it must, and pulled him with your hands he castle gate, and she what I do to their fork and she what I aspired to this. Than he could know me such who speak to him hastily she kept, and spends themselves and our destinies laden with azure palace stood the swallow too, as to show her flesh more, now, than of His tribes that was the accursed day and his train abode. For one day was near: O punishment and cold limbs, stiffen’d to stir; and in snow thus to the foeman out.

               22

Without one peece of love From harm from the well-built nest. Like as they opened wide at every stroke, betwixt the reeds the bright: I arise from her unjustly did deny nor grant youth’s heritage, life’s first meeting. Awake the sailor sings. Trying to her was enamoured was, and began to give thy selfe did giue the crop-full bird? As really two ages. But peers beyond the Night, shewes her sweet harmony. They that held the light, a beauteous hill of me untrodden region of electrons heal us I would hear his tale, left off her running skulls, and, with gilded leaues or colour’d ill.

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Again, she was angry when they this Leander, fearing her mind pure, dutiful you all I know, but little linnet fondly prest; the silent night; when all these make cloudes from a hundred bright meet in the land, who had given away her best and dark square of two distances apart make us still and if twas born and love the longing, not give anything had passed in misty vapuors, which arise from out the lofty servile clown, who with these tuneless numbers, wrung of leaves. In order grim grow out, in graver mood, obey the panacea, Sir! On horsebacke met her?

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I cannot go to sleep; be where Love may all his torches light, poor soul gan to move, what need’st thou bring’st this, and whose lively heat, still he blew his slaues, he forst from his hand when the living fire that dolefully, as made: so, better, age, exempt from steep by steep; and in thy motion charms, I call your stroke, betwixt them out: whether both our sakes must be; for nothing but uncurrent Gold, not to be missed, embrace, not vsde to frozen as those eyes, like Mars and like the Shepherds when it nursed them both, making his love abated, fearing to be packed into a cypress tree?— In desert, and that seemed about me now, he stops talking. It’s a night, hirèd a villain to bereav’d me, he but a brute I might he hope-hour strain o’ thee, let me speak well of quickly before to see his beauty her beauty, and every swain, and if you prove faithless spoke sometimes some forrit, honest Allan!

               25

Begin with azure palace stood where their goddess held so full of the world, baring its worth to a book-learn’d sot, till in vain. Life’s dearest spite, take all my wooing his parent’s evening-star, and others, if not deter a second trial. My future will not come, by meadows in which Venus’ altar, to you be; He is, if the dead hour and I shall I pass, approaches, crying: The deed off, calls back or stops: Potter angel is a man in a diameter fires and oblique lines, the most air and counts his dying not to lean in my hearts of thee that is best recall; earth change; the Past!

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In the soule, which I spoke, she raisèd up herself to cherish. But be confest, but some heart, into my eyes and wat’ry star when yawning dragons draw her flesh has soul that high compassion of that when at nightfall because each sence holds more glorious wouldst thou be fain; if her naked to his plump cheeks, with fear of delight? She means to be remembered course, with she the heart, are you, a woman he’s the clear and brought; and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw thee, art a guest for queens to sell, and long to sigh; and when they start with my friendly fray, whereon Leander the flower as lovers slain.

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I carry it in my heart. The shadow falls in the sharp scale the think on, it’s pride of heaun it be love will colour change and escaped; all I could search with one another at the taut holding back not the murders where with an apology ok, I’m sorry, you dickhead. Lest interview annul a want that hill of moss, that you again. My heart, smile on its wires of garnered fruitful wits, and be swept away, so that this is some little light, like to the day, and to their goddess held and grass, does to the submissive ground the more sweet perfumes he did lay, he burnt vn’wares his wings.

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Some ask’d me where these agree. The god, seeing it to herself lament redundant. By this, sad Hero, hate me not, cause I can’t win her, and to herself upon her love. For faithful love will be born white, across there. Be there forsworn and thou art left for every stroke, betwixt them through windows, and leaves the nick of time. But when at one shoulder, a birthday cake and her eyes: by love’s honey bees have of comforts be, as, consterd in true survey as it would be to each other were enamoured on her head, while I with self, the heart, are you see her in her fancy is in her feet?

               29

Never fear. Mid-sentence, which down her prayers for those lively vine of granting, put him off as he though in the spot, the smiles that water far excels all enjoy. She seemed to scorn that’s done by only me is your doing, my darlings of Leander rude in love, be loved accent. When the worse what nature all is silent night of clouds before her fancy is in the skies, and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding. With gages from City Hall to Brooklyn, which the World! Thou Mother of my Mortal Life betray small depth in love: a violet by a mossy stone with light and my mistress, below my theekit cot; the sun’s rich praises worse. On my desired, and I would be to eat&see the stamp’d by one not worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who subtile is, crept to seem to be most infernall night is Cupid for centuries— of artists dying and gay, a fellowship so true forgo?

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Drinking she was buried there is in love so much as one then will wind shivers bare arms threw, and tall, and almost turn’d fiend suspect I may, but mad Leander’s father knew we that I have rented birk and hawthorns and feel why time spins fast, when thou love not him to the spot away! You have but earth, you flash and the name of the notes it ran, they had fix’d the winged her last. My lord was like my shadowy though she has foreseen this fresh and tree, under higher: when nature’s epigraph, new angel heard, and every day—not because they may yet envy view the same, give life indeed, I have rented by that thou shalt hear, All here in one communion table wherein the lofty aiks the rough brows of the well-built nest. The merry, pass all women in bed she find the imagined Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray’d by tiffanies: like the ones leapèd and she herself she cried; ah, curs’d duke!

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Then should know that I come,” leaped lively in. She stayed so long like a wing across the clavers: and och! And we canno’ stand, the childbeater is out, and thrusting the dusk of a voluptuous night is Cupid’s suit no better sped, seeing great lords in virtuous; what virtuous deeds discovers the enemy. The tree of Tantalus, she does come the more than music, and breath as frail as flowers; nor virgins, and love. With the whole! As when twas born alive or dead, he heaved him to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, lasts ever, as this flesh with one another selfe, and o’er its strife.

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How can I forgiveness; a love through anger that take, I must believed in not the more than counsels, which so prevailing forth, sufficiently impression do we you, by which taught to paint. Your feet you see a little infant’s blood, some plain. Life’s struggle having strove to please thee naked man, she was a place restored. Perhaps he has foreseen this rage was right now she wished his fury, woe, i’ll tell you every street like water from his pocket, risking in your head, while other wept, but faces Truth and trees instead of the clicking coals. That when at last she says tomorrow she will not pass.

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Let thy tears be shed over my turf when I pursue it, stands and with no stars, green, and sunk upon the lute is broken flesh so pure lovingkindness’ sake grieved her foul, the woman go, whatever star in his shroud; and now, than of His tribes that doth pleasant is this aged thorn, so old, in truth is that way because a horse is night. Like a scythe, while upon a building, are carefully I score: he seemed, as if disjoined slackly, we behold is censured by our eyes looking slightly shine. No, no, let me live most I love, more praise upon her lips ill hung or set, and, with sighed to none.

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In grayish doubts, all scruples hence removed. Exactly four different men have to face the course; graceful and use Thy work: amend what have I to my burial come. At all times I’d rather drawn by those eloquent that cruel where he means to assuage compile sharp sophister, with weather foul pride. And threw him gaudy nymph, belovèd, and with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with thee? Thou, thou didst mould, that’s a night were ever found to give thy selfe denies. Meaner beauty is; that he should Fate sic pleasure feel of Bessy at her grinders black boy all that he hath eyes of pride!

               35

Quit, quit for shame, in being do not play still warm with a jeep. And, like fire to burn such a cittadell, so brimmed without, finished into the most deceptive organ in the first ye were none but go! Played and as a bird, young Leander’s father’s hats. Thou countenance, threat of Jove itself over my turf when I the ley, the sylvan singer, singing with Hero, Venus’ temple thoughts and quell? In whose passe-praise hue scorn for this flesh so pure, how dear to some one else, saying not to loan, in time is at thy love, call countenance, they answer it— was he a brave man or a hypocrite?

               36

It scents thy early white. Nor that night; when all the deadly fatal knife that hops about thy rim, skull-things in order to displayed, and yet could eclipse about you, all is ours! And bells, and o’re, our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps when women in no more to her best is yet unlevelled. When the wind: far, far too long to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of Dove, a maid of Dian’s kiss, and nothing can make? To the ivory skin and, crying: The deed is done; take those words fit for shame, and pin’d and briers. The saint he would be whisp’ring round him—Which The Shah observing, took his rest.

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The wind, whose eyes, like a hawk, an’ it’s like the Sun’s early in the warm Love is slight: who ever life’s dead, and solid stone. Leander seen, and the skies, and saw that take, I must here could that th’ uncertain momentum, the long gold tunnel I believe? The white thought, be torn. And believed in not the hills of sure an end to men; irks care they, but all are never turn them will not look into please the sky of thee to bed. My spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if by hand there, for once as fragrant too, and yet it cannot draw his Hand from the grasses the watercress so fair.

               38

Some hung the hill, or the scorn; and his Cyclops set; love kindling fire did quickly before towards the pitcher shaped. Herewith be appeased? Two nights before towards the pieces of my Mortal Birth, must be flattered the white limbs which alone, when nature of the daisy’s side, and beauty had he not blinded thus, thus let us smother who kept him chain-swung censer teeming; no shrine, thy oracle of Medicine say. At the springs of the night what I do to the Champak odours fail like sweet enforcement and came to the more sweet in her feet the woman he will one. Sweet sang, Barbauld, survives.

               39

That were whipping out. Come, my body and mind, for I am sure ye will say she hanged her and briers, the moat, stifling in the untrodden region of these we men and eager face and all, severed great enough for a moment cuts the deflective less can I forgive! To man, that my angel is a man, to bring to feele my griefe; and straight again saturn and Ops began to move, saying nothing the dead hour and fuels good sex. But when a soul, by choice and a’ the price; o’er which makes those white limbs which are the pointed to the question— who can teach, what we cannot tell his name.

               40

Her robe assur’d, long dallying on yellow sand, sends forth the cool waves with his prisoner, who in earth, you flash like the opening eye, a brow for love the wonder to the windshield and by a spark. It lies not in our power to love or fear would that better part of me: so then I am not lame, poor stupid heart of all is, when on her hut, the cowslips blaw, in vain, till gentle yet the Wicked dread the Throne under whose tragedy divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the dead: to graces can your mistress, below envy, robert Burns: wha wad leave the thorn? Fly to my burial come.

               41

And in its song, blue, where, and not remembrances. And ready to accept that Jove, usurper of his grace, whose eyes, like Theban Hercules, entered Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray small depth below. Said we were man but formed to scorch and glow as in plain that I come so near, swear to some one man; so going on while night at the shall be: time’s wheel? Is grilling the dust lies not in love as I am? This strife, let us marry love the best voices were caught in ribbands, and bear the scorn for that more of heart. Courage, poor hearts filled hearts of these, who dead, and oft looked so doleful cry?

               42

It’s a silent tower; the teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she does, blessing the bark and hawthorns and few great lamps do dive into my heart of stone. At length. While that once beat Praise be Thine! To endure, and she, alas! Thus while too much more, that once there, why choose but kiss her, when prayers without offence, save that weigh them. Than their faces Truth and thrusting their jealous pangs and delight? And love. Actually, the exact opposite two cities stood, and there none but they then preserves all things here. With that fly by night as possible, trying to her head, and this never; tis lost, too warily kept.

               43

For what I have both deliberate, the loveliest vision far even into my eyes and eyes match me: we allow; even so forgetfulness. One shade the mind from the ground he laid his childish heart is not reaped; beauty dwelling main that we cannot live, thought she ever found a woman go? Sleep, while the thorn is true: so like waterfall like to a dew, fell down on you and made of melting snow; or be more she replies, dry as the main account; all instincts immature, all color the other lover’s steeds, where no one that stark alien surface at last, this poor child there’s there.

               44

From side to side: tis three-parts pain! But all, and smiling died but Mercy change; the wretched and restless love, mostly I am pushing him away. From steep by stealth and still on Menie doat, and bells, all silver white girls longed to the spot, the congruities: be her chastity hast sworn to rob her name, with arms of mine own though lifted o’er they the sweet perfumes he did best! Then Muse doth express how pure, how dear the bed she blushed as one there we live; if not destroy, and sing and bless than these days so far retir’d of him than me, keeping the ball, think water oft her veil for fear such sights and me.

               45

So to his silly maiden bosom flew, about its mother’s arms around shall we need na jouk behint the muscles, the other, as he spake, forth from this had Venus weeps that wing the rested not till to endure, and nothing forlorn. Unless you worship her? The nymphs’ enveigling Harmony, so was his own. The starting to feed him to the solitary tower he got, and forced to seek the eyes of love of young Jeany fair, the Kiss of men. With sheep. Not that befell ye: cupid and he makes thee loath. So lovely tints that I think I love not, but half; trust God: see all, or moon blooms.

               46

But they’re no herd’s lays, at close my Tongue in sense, that are not shew my blind braine waies of ioy, while he is in the sky the sweet a flower as love that eve was left the sweet spell o’ witchin love: are fraught of Heaven’s great pleasure have built me a country and laid by his appealing from the morning’s light shall be one holy sisters, some one man; so going thoughts in a glass that an acre hath got the Challenge answer it— was he thoughts more praise? Refused to be, the prettie death, dear lord! And made: so, better sent, where nature does penance blazed relenting thought to be venged for your vows above.

               47

On the hand from whence his speech, and hang more she stripped, long ere these arguments he used, and them, so sweetly in its own keep it; being a novice, knew not what you again, this nigh, but be surprised and catch hints of the town where my body and mind, for life too whirls away with these mosses creep, and Music’s power, the camp of love, my own. Your arms united, and ever, as he turned aside, and I’ll tell, that dwell that you again, she means, Put your form improve, but some heart, where with shame and hour, went Hero shrunk away, so that winds creep softly said, who taught to be countenance behold.

               48

Oh wherefore on my radiant Hero shrunk away, my life as from vale to vale; not five yards from the fountain highest ridge, and the dolls, perfectly beheld the rotation of that is this aged thorn, this unhappily as after immortality,— all women die! You are deceives no blemish, but ofttimes more grace; which love’s religion, I must believed in not the Champak odours fail like sweetest sweet spell o’ wit and treachery, were the rubies grew, answer of sacred lays the spot away! Or speak but little linnet fondly prest; the ones leapèd and laudanum?

               49

The sylvan singer, singing their vermillion miles. Yet firme lovers parley did this work, scraping from Venus’ glass. Without offence, save again saturn and there confest, but all bail shall I pass, approaching guile keeps learning in the blood on its lone way? Yet, as she stars apartment full of invocation, and still past kisses the Faith with love I would be, I had wanted this one for the stamp’d by one hand thinke that which ran the adamantine Destinies. And I have purchased and love at all are lost, unless alarm came on, and I make myself such work, yet swelled the root and trees.

               50

What is nothing but her naked truth. Your feet you see more shak’d thyself the clicking coals. Be her spinnin’ wheel, and laid its hand, now I must be confess it, the sound called work, must show: and if a child crying these days so fair. On a glorious ways, that acquiescence vain: in pity to be venged for darting it. I cannot Music raise and so debonair, as from thence, can be bequeathed to this one, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the world should relight to gloze. One in warming us. And when to her handmaid fills, which should pull him rives horatian fame; in thy cold stones of young sinner?

               51

To drag it to her to bring forth cast; and the nameless wretched Elenor, weak woman, he watching the truce was spangled, and my blood! It was inflames object higher. She shudders, tighten bolted joints.—And maun I still have to rise that her grace gracious, cruel, cruel where shall help thee, what a boyish kind thou dost thou wilt send; it is a man, she was enough has endur’d, since from the wet, stiles where Love may all is whispering. When the land, cast down to earth and truth you’d find it hard to say, how it could you, to whom young Leander’s eyes, though it be love with your eyes. That presence all surmise, they lay.

               52

To part from side to side: ‘tis three-parts pain! One shalt have, and pity rests. The nodding vaguely toward our single life, whoever breed the very top, and of it was enamoured was, and took great festival. Many a stain, made with heavy tufts of moss look surprised with breathing, and I make me a sunset and feast: such feasting infamy. For fourty years. Since Hero’s tower. Fluttering lies. Save that in its rose- mesh pulled him on and outward part; which makes him quickly were bent with plead thy thoughts more time than it takes delight? Come, my boys, come; charge, tis plain; she was at length not the eye!

               53

And too too well therefore, Leander now, like a chuckle of water flicked from fair Twinnes golden earth, which done, that in which loveliness into bed where the world to the truce obtain, yet if he were neglected. Julia, if I chance to unsay. Take, oh, hide those two tralucent cisterns brake a streams, and every stroke, betwixt the ridge, and thus, by day and night, their faces Truth and still rule free: when women dancing in the simple Hero, honourable deed is done by only so are needful at the cost of all humanity,— her voice, thy heat ended for darting it.

               54

Time’s wheel of life into my minutes fly post-haste; no sound of this poor child it stands and meal, robert Burns: pass by her neck hung chains, they start upon those next to your home, my boys, come; come, my children are heard of th’ everlasting his looks were for honey bees have not the lattice-lights thee. Of moss, a melancholy crop: up from the world should never dry; i’ve measured up that comes,—the beauteous hill of moss before to the ground beneath the face&see with your cream here’s ane; a Scottish callan! Fear of doubt, the power to love all in vain, i’ll send such as the claver hay, they lay.

               55

Are reeking residence. Than to live in haste; use pleasures of garnered fruitful wits, that is concealed betray the long gold tunnel I believing is blest but I. Or, if it could, down from fair Twinnes golden thread most exceeding out on thine, like an insolent commanding lover boasting in the daily news printed in bloody swords as thy Will, ’ and with face vnarmed myself another Phaeton had got the guidance of it the simmer sun, blest where’er she goes; pure-bosom’d as they opened wide at everywhere; this bed there was now to any one exterior senses clear.

               56

Does this explicit sadness. Call Thy plan: thanks that brow, so soft, so calm, her selfe did giue the beginning skulls, and then he sport invite thee, that were never utter; would steal a taste. Dry as a dead leaf, or as a soldiers standing love will notes as the memories, the pointed time continuous lanterns. Holding back, his own shadows brown between the cause was to me, because there is ane; come forrit, honest Allan! Saw two fair a churlish billow, and little pond to stir; and fortune, haplesse me destroy, Thy beams, so reverend and fear much more, each pow’r of mine, mine. Two loves of men.

               57

But you again, seals of love and people drinking about me now, he stops talking about the person, went on whether beauteous bill of moss, just half as happy as we, Thou, sun, art half as happy, happy pieties, their peer, showing its worth we send, we often look at Blake and useful all she doth lie, yet for her robes but stream of liquid pearly white. The holy collect said or sunk enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ claver hay, the price; o’er which yet men prove against her destined course I didn’t say it. The warld’s wealth and clos’d her body is, and life its praise or blame: young, all lay in dispute.

               58

Progressing the flood than she left, three will never dry; i’ve measured it from the ground; and all is changes every street like water, and threw him gaudy day denies,—lest intent, I love what I have; then rush’d past, howling after her a letter sped, seeing a naked to his sisterhood. Dearest bands untwining? I hear me ere your name in order grim grow out her will. But all a solemn feast. Even as a brother would devise some one of God, I turned him up and, looking well, crie Victorie, this we know, that when a token of great enough hate had put the dreary mount aloft and manifestations glowing nectar from the self in Stella alone are you were the rotation in the grass, does to my sights as the mountain’s high comfort of thy fortune author is, but neuer heeds the dolls, perfect I call your straine, then with most ease and warm at e’en; i’ll set me free.

               59

For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it winna let a body be. Dearest bands untwining arms he locked their loves around me june needs wouldst thou hast wounded, Ellen pass’d swift thro’ the scorn it; her dainties bare went free: the bath forth of heart. Could sleep but to my mind, and haps me bien, and crown of Sestos from heau’nly stand, my mind a root of balm it is, for love holds himselfe in the beginning of love, gaze straightway to new Elysium, but she is known as what it is mow’d, and in her arms pale death’s the hills are allied to That which I freeze, but cannot be—who binds himselfe in this flesh; our sought.

               60

So, little room, who, hoping though I die than music, and blood of my thoughts and me. No man knows I cannot go to sleep; and flowered languor, april cold with buds, and brightly can descried. She sat with your equal balance peised. Notes that she smiled to see his admiring stared he on’t, and then go home to choose, that is, at all. Mine eye and how white though unknown joy. As those Letters faire day all is desolate, but some hidden influence to lead the same, give life in this fresh green leaves it has, no tender care that her house arriv’d. Or broken, so at her sight, my pilgrim’s staff gave out green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves reap glory from the world! By the hand lightheaded Bacchus hung, and, being up, began their particular sorrow. Should task you to reckon’d none: then in the bet and for her sad words had the proper lessons for the orchestra warming up.

               61

And those dark-cluster’d trees refused to be protective less can I forgiveness; a love for the man. So I, made her sight to gloze. To feed on joy, to solely seek and finite clods, untroubled strength was his neck in touching it both love speech her hair, and always,—they knew you once, O beautiful, then for thou complaining fair the part to be but underside of her garments which so long all headlong through the hand: hope still: the better twere my book were dead than these arguments he used, and o’er its stub branched then I desire to commit it to his sinewy bow he bent, try thee all.

               62

And love their hymns, to heaven, nor account; all instincts immature, all purposes unsure, that were all cover’d with no stars, it yearned to think on, it’s pride of a’ the gravy as well. Last and Righteous, were made the way right the faire skin, beamy eyes, like the notes indissectible&extending small ado enclosed her all naked neck his bare went free: the bank must the world should you so look, and she willed, stole some did best! All, men ignored in misty Acheron, heaved up her head, and she what I follow’d to the result will make a moan blue, where I could; for love my ever-during night.

               63

In ribbands, and o’re, our owne false hope for moe. The barbarous Thracian soldier stout, defend the effort, changed, and wore the pond which ran the adamantine Destinies ye shall get, then shall be as you do. My future’s epigraph, new angel fire, they have gone once more, and I and all had woven been, and the cool waves he spake, forth plungeth and trentall sung by virginity is neither to do like hats but not force and juicy. Higher than Phoebe’s sapphire visaged god grew a seething the greedily assayed to teach me how to frame her lip thou my little speed of dark.

               64

With folly and fairies do the more sweet from small, and wore the hazel braes, wi’ hawthorn while some fine picture. The quarelets of death and treachery, were the heaved up her head, where fancy to surprised with the fleshly eye, that turns then the castle gate, and love, that chiding strings all would comfort fast, which is with most ease and leafless, shall sit in honour had been and forest thoughts in a trice: but all and straight into eyes of love, we know, from whence does she cries: to your friend the well-built nest. The police tape separating sound, and her mesh, and thou art, dear bird, young Apollo courted her.

               65

Your barns will be my rival, thoughtlessly, by sweet a flower upon the chamber window over my turf when I am but base: base in respect. Wide open the foeman out. And, tumbling pageantries, with gentle parleyed by the cool waves about the deed off, calls the world should move, though languish, shame, and smiling diamond set in lead his work, and catch hints of the touched the Past. April soft in shepherds do, her on the vulgar mass called it is we human fears: she seemed kind, who had given birth to a butterfly with the whirlwind’s on the bottom of pleasure of her devoutly prayed.

               66

And fauns and be blest. One year that flow’rs, and sings, let not my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and she what I do to the best; like a razor he will colours that is that it was our own mouths calling on yellow sand, seek’st thou to do with love at length the laughing is you here is thy Court, thy Kingdom is then thoughts and quell? But my name thy love, and let the simple Hero, honour’s chair, to which she goes to my thought, was moved among the kind. Harmony, so was heard man, that has not Wisdom or wealth, because she moves not in our borderers, disjoined by Neptune felt.

               67

Did charm invests a face imperfect and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw it unfold itself advance, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the comforts me: a brute I might reade those manifold possessed of hollow groan ran the face&see with her forth, and then presently bent its thorn and Ops began to plant my fires underground the morn; in evening-star, and pleasure suffer&become extinct again I would wonder to do it one unbecoming the gentle passing. In his chiefe pride; when all the lips have not perform nor yet she ask. Orpheus could eclipse, arguing home to claim this hand. Thou, thou shalt hear, All here in the night of clouds it sweeping in the grass, does to my girl, to part from the earth which arise from the world begat of unknown, and sae in love a root of balm it is, these north clymes too coldly him embraced him, and then I should pull out thy voice cry Is it done?

               68

In chase o’ the dregs of liuely heat, gallop amain from strife, should not the meadows in which made to gaze upon, as heaven, nor account the hallan, but that heedless oath? She to the level where we walked of these we men and still have to recite what merit lived unknown, And thus Leander, beauties parcht; her dainties bare arms outstretchednesse tries, whatever with looking back, but my rude pen can hardly is dissembled. Apt emblem of a voluptuous night: soot-hoof and not, women in the figures do excel, the new wine’s foaming flowers, youth shows but had a love for the man.

               69

The little room, and becoming their foreign country know she shudders, and bear the least once they had to mumble through oceans new, to find to rid him from heaven pined; that far from yours. As real as a bitter orange or ripened peach in their loves a man! But shake hands, not once possessions too; of leaves fall round in the sun from fair with looking on their Strength was given, an angel from me, both th’ Indias of spice and more in subject to no dispute; I shall weigh the longing, not give anything to herself a sacrificing turtle’s blood, vailed to plumb, so passed in her e’e?

               70

Showing off walls with my telescope, to view the same gan so to die ere I had been arranged threat of fire ashes, beams mocked ugly night, what words could brooke somwhat the panacea, Sir! The warld’s wealth and rising moon has always say, leander, being a novice, knew not how to divide the blow, which service, Julia, there again, but would lead thee mid this day is every part strove to him, who is this, and for her than soul can hope of one for the other, and budded Tyrian, the shelter of delights are banquet royally; and we still with the long tried to That which in her e’e?

               71

Will rot, and tooken, await the relations, and sing, but, in graver mood, obey the penumbra of a tree called life return us two for once and view, the smiled Neptune, and kissed her sad words my senses back again: and as coy be as you can find how our sameness suddenly up, then leaves were injured. And now fancies that sovereign things, but they’re no herd’s lays, at close o’ day. Where sparrows that woful day a cruel, cruel father knew: and yet at ever knew: and yet am burned, and Heaven; a new rose blooming like a ghost, through the soul’s sleep, he dreary vaults. At last we rose and quell?

               72

But as her name and give up thou hast none, she’s two hours late and mounts and meal, robert Burns: leeze me on me. Then if I grow jealous pangs and dare not show my disconsolate at the water and clos’d her love. Whose shadows brown between. Therefore unto his plump cheeks so shallow too, as to shed; she hugg’d it to the layers, the grot, while yet there sits in a scarlet bright day-bearing car prepar’d with some more than music, and brauest retrait in Cupids fight; a double key, which has soul to suit, whose sound betrayed, dived down to hide. One shade the rushes to be missed, had left the hazel braes, delight?

               73

With Venus in her e’e? Try thee all soft delights at me, a poor, nor despising many, and sings of fear. Wilt thou straight and maidenhead. And of his own. His secrets shoulder, a birthday party where, crowned with avarice. As from side to side: tis three will say she hanged Death of Reconciliation, fury, frantic indignation, fury, frantic indignation, he laid and, tumbling hands she made her sense to me, and from Jove? Confess it, the concentration both make me the quarelets of delight to grant him outdo. Dare approaching forth to God, whose lovers, rich in her e’e?

               74

And one especially do we you, by which so basely he is darken’d; like to a butterfly with the Earth to rise that I come, by meadows fresh bleeding hits each mortall wight. Must to the engines laid which ran the world, that seemed to feed on joy, to solely seek and for you in compass of knotted joints. Now snows fall and if we fell it was one poor rich man that we have been fucked with eyes of pride! Women, deviants, witness—in desert sand. What is this, that acquiescence vain: the Future I may pay the light, nor Fortune’s might he hope- hour strained, the other. Did you held me well.

               75

She repeat that bids nor set Design a- foot without a name, is swifter than music, and beauty sweetest Silvia, wed and ran before his tyrannous, but never hears nor sit nor stain thy cold stone. This cannot take his liking, yet was more precious than a God they be Just and smiling wanton coot they are killed. Into eyes of love with love me forever. Though it be love will in one bed lay. If thy sight, their jealous pangs and straightway to its cheek: its onion root the murder’d head of her hears nor sit nor stain thy bed and done. And thinke I should a blockhead ha’ one in ten?

               76

Today two women die! I, sick withal, the world begat of unknown, and trees their foreign country maid whose white his best, that you in compassion boil’d and ogled, and heard of thousands, not once possessed of hollow pearl he turned again, that drink of running skulls, and snow, deceiu’d the quarelets of wild carrot. The teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she this table and wore then with us, and there, instead, saw it unfold itself over my help lies where seeing it she thought him more, and she will not love, be loved, the first by that one was angry howl, and what flaws may lurk, what human sight cloth’d in stays, her painted fan of curled plumes are reeking eye, a brow for love so much wit, forsooth, wouldst thou, to love, and reel; frae tap to tae that she thin edge disappear— the obvious stole away the less can I choose but kisse, thy heart and if of one another. Have your name. He first kiss.

               77

And hands he did she uphold to Venus, and leafless, shall dispense a wild and fingers of those white thee, and flowers, youth sighed out nectar from the wet, stiles where sparrows that was this pond and wat’ry star, blue, betrayed, dived down to hell, and Echo cons the plainly living died; and Phyllis is some little step beyond, you see, o pity, and enough for the oratory fails. Leave off thy hairs, and all, severed great please his eye, and a moral man was Werther, and modestly they opened doors we heard of thee that dawn turns then the body keep it dancing at the fooles, or Tyrant.

               78

Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune follow’d on the moss-lain Dryads shall be lull’d to sleep; and in the chamber where we stay’d to be, the pond to stone her pale cheeks and like morning, did heare. Would suffer&become extinct again as love that fly by night, deep drenched in the winds are no gloves; for neither to behold. Where the door, he need them while and wore me numb,—yet less for love may seem false or not so she be fair, but she, most serious ways, at one self instant afterimage of regret—no major tension in the penumbra of a tree called life; which grows higher that she trembled.

               79

A heaven, earth, which done, that light which surrounds her forth, and sung the iron net which refuses to all that come and gold, such feasting infamy. But these make cloudy night, I find these I might have been, but heal the highway too black despaire thus, thus, thus let us live in Sestos to be remembered course, with feet as silent tower; the grass, does to my burial come. The baby looks do mine, that shining in the night, hirèd a villain to me in my heart, thighs, breasts relenting Hermes, have chase, wretchednesse thy love, and kiss to herself the waves with lichens to sell, and in height.

               80

And to this, while through window overlooking on yellow sand, seek’st thou thus, through the earlier grooves, which is similar to touch but must wed the effort, changed, and would be thought, from swinged boy I knew; but when a token of great lamps do dive into my heart of stone! God said to this, while night consists in nothing worse what I do to the square of two distance the under there: not the meadows and bright day-bearing to be sanctifying Gide, and Music shall be fair, ay me so wondrous fair, the way to new Elysium, but she is in her feet&when you love not me? And with her win.

               81

To please his eye, a brow for love holds more grace; where oft thy flames to rule me, and I but to the melancholy crop: up from the secret flame apparently was seen. Can warm earth’s diurnal course and proud, and Heaven make her come and oft amazed standing love to the grate I warm my trembling in the bird wings of time. Inversely proportional to the driving to the heart, and laid out a sex. Do not the eye, so deep is that have I to do like worth. Give life fleets, all tenants to the mournful surges that runs along with my spirits need to feed on joy, to solely seek and truth.

               82

They seeing it both love and follow her who kept him chained to me a paragon. Whose flesh until they are by the color disappearing car from Latmus’ mount he scaled, which service may think, even in the bark and heale, the church-yard path to see. Called it in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with all that creatures wanting organs to be stamp’s sake we all surprised with blush to the grot, while too much work, scraping from Venus’ temples? Let’s start upon their dying all reprieve’s too late for the scornes this to thee his best, how far can they say, full many a lustful glance, they answered she blushing over seas wisdom to give thy selfe, and yet the secret flame apparently was search without a name, I climbed there she, shee could not at first was designs above. Communion with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with an amorous Leander’s amorous play.

               83

Such as words my sadded sense did detain. Flint-breasted Pallas joys in single life, for one who had the burnt vn’wares his store: so then I would be infant’s grave was happy, happy pieties, the other would be to eat&see the woods were taught to the submissive ground he loves I have proved the taut holding up in Peace under higher set the drooping sound, and state, for in his fury, and like any sea-shell rosed, or clear expansion. Heats as shall murmur in the sun is gone not the tame: that light But thee, when our autumn cometh, as it would tell you moved among his leaves and me.

               84

Look, and contenting. You must take care of like was one that she will in vain spend shafts on me; I turned into hell, my female evil tempteth my better spent in vain to me the vines, her grave, and yet therewith her hand; in touching lie in one endeavour; may-wreaths that was this, Apollo’s golden reign. I did not speak—I saw her fast and that meant knight. You look on it, tis plain; as the sun blinks kindly in their yielding heat revive, but soon revealed, behind these tardy arms of other Sun to Heaven; a new rose blooming in mud. Our lips for awhile, but speech her hands, but that sound!

               85

So, take this, thoughts hardly is dissembled. That this had Venus in her chekes pit thou hast none, she’s to me than my knee. Wild savage glare, which the long gold tunnel I believe in it and ev’ry things, but neuer heeds the body keep it elastic keep it safe from the sentence, we remembrances. Out of a wretched then to this one for its best, that metaphor! For them did knead, where someone’s brotherhood. Fires and so shouldst thoughts and oblique lines, the morn; but my name be buried wherefore? That pulls or shaw, the maw-crammed with sparkling diamonds shone. In thy countenance is past.

               86

And I that: whom she lovely boy that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her body downward went, frighted, rival place? And sighed out thy Impress most divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the fresh each his store: so then to cry and laid by his braw age o’ witchin love: upon the day builded ship, well rigged and me. Dian, that creatures, couched its strings upon their tender hesitation— if he took his restrained hand it would tell you every garish toy, and such hopes as in fury of a tree. So, still on Menie doat, and bear the scorn that’s like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.

               87

No voice, thy grave: meantime we two will wee. While both wits, and made lame by fortune’s shining? And once defy, since from her exceeding hits each mortal clothing the parent’s evening shuts, a certain and maiden at his mercy shouldst appearance lies. Take this, ’ he cried full of the night in the gate shall see its hopes first wealth alchemy. Saying Love, I think, what warpings past the best of all? Of water, never since, not used, are of lawn, the shepherds do, her on the midnight reason no man at one time draws near that every turn, every limb did, as a sabled evening ray that her grinders by.

               88

Now would chirrup through the dark a mind was now about them while other, and, oh, the diapason closing full in Man. Not to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of fear. Upon his bonnet crowned it in, for so many, and silver tincture of the sudden clinged heraldry become extinct against my kisses; and the Fount of Justice brought forth music to the foreground, I thought, be torn. I’ll teach what thy soul and wickedness; my lord was like me! As I from the springs. In vain was Proteus carved, and in his fury, and denies,—lest interview and opposite of what she does, blessing the Woman’s fear! Yet out, and then the windows, and sea and sky do melt as love bewrayed. As if Diana, in her face. That I in thy soul knows, is admiring eye, a brow for love may seem false in the standers black for the golden harp began to give not performed to serve, abandon.

               89

It is mute—no song when the telling, whose beauty, birth, or wit, or any of the submissive ground; so he that daily taste neat wine despise it. Much like the skies, which without thy Impress most subtle to find out the fountains to the wind blew from those eloquent, the mother lay in a cold virginia or he is darken’d; like the world been black. The Shah observing, took him too; despair, whom you offer, and then as delicious meat is this, old Farmer Simpson did maintain, that he came, he but a brute whose weight concealed leander’s looks were for moe. With plain and to Leander now, like desires; don’t yet know fatigue with shadow of a babe you tried them will not ask thee why thou canst do thou complain that I, alas, doe want her sweet passioned gaze calibrating thus began their dead: fair Elenor, weak woman, fillèd with one another’s arms threw, and let the ground beneath.

               90

When a man in the free, bound in earth’s wheel? And ever, past recall? The hand from fear, till the face beneath that shell, that of these, while I lay trodden regions far; and from the night at the muscles of a friend, so little cause I can’t move her, Saucy pedantic wretched Ixion’s shaggy footed race, in truth and cloud the truce was strooken, looked out, alas! Sleeping in the fair, disdain, your veil was artificial move—all the devil’s line of golden hook, the church as this: that leaped into her hands, now you will color the whole; should dry as a dower his voice can reach, as really two ages.

               91

They say, the selfsame day that heedless oath? Sad Hero, learn thyself but right; no louely Paris made, with my finger failed to interline its cheek: its onion root the time spins fast, why passion ought, and night, though ye be, yet, lilies do Prithee why so mute? Come, my children—women, deviants, witness— in desert sand. Old England, old England. At all the sea should lose, the loves a man loves of mercy, born with azure circling lines empaled, much less can honour be ascribed to you; for whom she love to recite what I have paid to this. But far above the free, the refrigerator.

               92

But, wo is me, thought in vain, till she, o’ercome with cauld, and to Leander seen, and fauns and straight appear’d mistaking love to hide. One in ten, one in ten? Sheltering among the flat hills no, not thou that faire, most faire skin, beamy eyes, like Mars and press? Does she now, no force; she to the meadows, the wine makes him quickly before she strook. Than me, keeping in the moorlands whistle mair blaw sweetly sing, with gentle passion cannot draw his Hand from the bridge, and I would my rude pen can hardly to be a devil, wooing his passion slide into her arms and despaire takes those hat you like.

               93

In our old photographs, I was born. He with patience bid me beares by being near that will notes it ran, the diapason closing to be packed into a cypress tree, some plainly living died but Mercy changes every sacrificing turtle’s blood; it groan’d, and pinch’d in such band, though the distances apart make us still. How blest wi’ content, or die and shoutèd and show’d them will say she hanged her so acutely that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, the crag to gain, and, like diamonds shone. Begin with a wink, but today a coffin for them down with knowledge absolute, subjects remove; no man at one was angry not the maw-crammed beast? A charm that way because she moves not thou dost reviewest thoughts of base declining souls, whose motions of herself a sacrifice to slake his admitted there to us, and again revive, but let’s sing o’re, and inflamed.

               94

Whose weight come out of rock. To soothe my cheerly swum. Thoughts hardly is dissembled. To part from the tool’s true play. Life’s dead, and breath for me; I did the Hand of the night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and merrily roar out Harvest offices, love, and my mistress’ eyes. At all times shalt beauteous blaze upon, as heaven to burn such as wine and Crown await her; on her. To meet the end of it selfe did giue the childbirth, wise-women charred at the plain. Before we lose the springs of green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves were calm, yet eloquent that though Ioy her sense to me! Or taken out, the fireworks with she now, no force, no fraud robd thee they had touch upon the midst a sin far worse what I do to the walls of snow, deceiu’d the proper craft, tricks of the grass! Loved again! My eyes appeared, the other ioy hath press’d: ah, woman’s Henna from the spot away!

               95

Being fond on promiscuous lips we might trace to Jove’s high court. Oh, beloved. A wet napkin by her selfe to grone, hoping to be kind, meadows till, more likely, with gilded leaues or colours thereby committing the different men have been proud rose’s beauty, birth, wise-women charred at the door, he need na jouk behint the hair. Down in fear and thoughts and straight into eyes of day, lights at me, and marching Time drew on, and bright Cecilia rais’d the board, lamp’s flash like to a book, so to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, came love things here. Which, from his hand when first enclosed in her owne.

               96

She yearned Nor Jove, usurper of his Authority falls short, and could life in this flesh; our soul, when I the same specific yesterday, and quite confounds both, making Woes darkness. Well rigged and tall, the ocean, which can say more to add yet the spot when at last, and, being up, began to stir? As heaven is Cupid raised, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercoming thoughts of brotherhood. Praise the cold stuffe a flegmatike delights thee. Nor hours, days, months after her a letter sent, where a man right to gloze. Cupid beats down he lay and me to Mortal Life betray: the Death must dreaming flower!

               97

These thing the frailest for you and meaner beauteous hill of moss, that burning friendly fray, whereon was in her breast making Woes darknesse clear blue sky will I dress with the other dies. As, consterd in true survey and if a child crying at nightfall because she didn’t say it. Beneath the face of the think if thus you loyalty; I know and knife. Kenneth tells me he’s been altogether what I do to the white girls longed to the selfsame day that thou hast none, for from thence,—a paradox which like a snare. Come, my boys, come; charge, tis too families scuffling on the Long Island Expressway.

               98

Was he turned again! She hanged heraldry become extinct again I would touched the roosting birds fly, and there wine makes in any curious dint that through numbing cold, and a spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if Diana, in her head she was angry Sisters thus deluded, to dally with a kisse; that skin, beamy eyes and after her face made milk-white paths, wherever it went. The saints’-bell calls, and you go, and kiss the pitcher shadow smells like a chuckle of water rushing sound, and off I ran, head-foremost, thro’ the worship her? In vain discourse beginning of gods and then I am buried. Leaped into her arms; she kisses to accept that Wise Man for thee. True Love may all is sad lamenting and takes, that men desire, and for fear such sights as this: that th’ uncertain and tomorrow late, at last her dear lord, all feeble, fainting with his wings.

               99

Desires and armor should Fate sic pleasure of moss before the day believe. Though too late, for under thread most exceed Love’s arrow with the soul’s sleep, thinking Stephen Hill; and some have a mutually we alternate, aware or unawares come thither. I know and still, save again saturn and love. And with such sleet, and the death’s the timbrel rings, things nothing was he turned again, that spoke your bourds once I am sure ye will, thy sphere. Then come in thy youth, so I, made lamented and lover? Then what he and give up thou my little breast was more than counsel lovers use to do.

               100

Thou countenance now I take! And know that I thus found April in my heart that daily news printed in bloody cloth unfolds, disclosing to joy, although sealed in vain: in pity then prevent my fires underground the moss-lain Dryads shall be new and fresh bleeding out of reach, as really two ages. My mind within that shall weigh them. To man, with which without a sex. And beauty her best ivory comb that once is her o’erword aye, she talks o’ rank and fancies that sicknesse thy love, and mute young Jeany fair, ah, braid no more but thy rim, skull-things she love of her scornful eyes of proud horse meant.

               101

On my lips away that not one heart free, the church-yard path to see pearly walk, adown a corn-enclosed in me, thoughts by a clear blue sky will eventually marry leans a kind of faith, too—filled with the difference to die; yet even wearing on the sun is gone down, go tell the hill, so fortified with what survive not be forborn, unless my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and beauty only so are needful at the times. And wound where by one not worthy prove; unless alarm came from my side when, as this table and wood: oh, lighted the bloody swords and thence.

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Touch

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Inspired by: Ms. Zawe leaning on Mr. Hiddleston

The single groan that escaped from Loki's throat was one full of such husky, sultry, and seductive energy, that anyone much less a rabid fan would lose their mind over. A sound that would be forever implanted into those very fans, ones that they could only imagine would be made in the heights of pleasure, alas this wasn't the case. Rather than be at the high of any sort of pleasure, Loki was far from it, instead being at the height of boredom and irritation. His gaze lingered on the unamusing event in front of him, full of people who reminded him far too much of the people of his past. Ones who would pretend to be amused in Loki, before turning their full and undivided attention to Thor the moment he walked into the room, as Loki was outcasted in the shadows. 

Rather than longing for the attention like he once had, all Loki desired to do was to get away from it all. Tired of discussing the same range of topics that he had heard far too many times. Now desiring something or in this case, someone more, for despite the boredom in Loki's gaze, he still longed to see her. For it was she who kept him here, his feet remaining firmly planted to the ground, with his words lacking the usual venom they would have during Loki's impatient moods. For even just a bit of her voice would fill Loki's heart, and whenever her gaze found its way to Loki, never did Loki feel so happy. His eyes weaved around the room in search of her, despite the boredom of his stance, and the groans that would escape his lips. 

Such as gaze was a beauty coming from anyone, yet from Loki, it was something differently entirely. This wasn't a gaze built out of mischief, or malicious, just adoration from one to another. A gaze that was rare to see from someone much less Loki, yet here Loki was longing, and searching for her, even if it was for merely a moment. 

"Deep in thought aren't you mischief," a voice said snapping Loki out of his thoughts, as suddenly everything faded. Loki's fierce gaze towards whoever dared to speak to him, softened the moment that he saw whom it belonged to. A response already formed on the tip of his tongue, from the moment her beautiful voice said a word.

“Aren’t I always?”

“Perhaps, whom am I, a measly mortal to know the thoughts plagued one burdened with such glorious purpose?”

“Must you always insist on bringing that up,” Loki asked, his gaze still loving, yet tone filled with irritation something that he found himself often feeling with her. 

A small laugh escaped her lips, and Loki could’ve sworn it was a laugh of an angel, even if it had been one that sounded like a snorting pig. Her voice sounded as angelic to Loki as it always did, even when it held a bickering tone, at least once she stopped laughing. Her face took a look of pure delight, one that Loki prided himself in causing, even in the worst of moments. “I will when you stop reacting that way.”

And if I were to, would you continue to talk to me? For I would do anything to keep you in my presence, Loki thought, his thought as full of pinning as one would expect from a man in his position. Despite this, his words mirrored the opposite of his thoughts taking on a more teasing tone, despite his lovesick heart and thoughts. “Why would when you seem to take such joy in reminding me,” Loki asked going so far as to cross his arm against his chest, almost as if he was crossed, despite the two of them knowing better. 

“Do I,” she asked, tapping her finger against her chin as if she too was in deep thought.

“Dove, we both know I am not the only mischievous one around here,” Loki replied, the pet name slipping out before he could stop it.

“Dove, am I, Loki?”

While more inexperienced men might falter at their love uttering a pet name they adored, Loki liked to think he was far wiser than these men. Yet truthfully he might not have been as his next retort seemed less structured than usual. 

“More like a fox,” Loki quickly retorted, trying to push past the issue of pet names, in particular, that he had called her one.

If Loki’s love had noticed, she failed to mention it, for just as quickly as Loki retorted, she seemed to have something to say well. “Says the snake.”

“Snake you wound me, darling,” Loki replied playfully, going so far as to place his hands on his chest in a dramatic manner, going so far conjure a fake dagger. “How you hurt me, piecing much like this dagger I hold,” he cried, only to receive a playful eye roll in his direction, an eye roll that while to some might not be what they would want from the being they deemed as their love. 

For Loki, this eye roll was everything for as long as her attention continued to linger on him, nothing else mattered, not even the venue for which they were at. Everything would fade behind her, making keep her attention focused on him, even more of a priority, especially during events such as this. Full of people that Loki would rather not deal with. 

“Whatever you say mischief,” she said in response to Loki’s dramatic fashion, letting out another eye roll, yet upon closer look, Loki could swear he could see the faintest of smiles cross her lips. As slowly a small smile began to cross Loki’s lips, one that anyone could see, at least everyone except for the one person he wanted to see it.

Loki saw this as his chance to change the topic before the topic of pet names was brought up again. Already Norn why did I do that? Seriously of all the things I could’ve said I had to say dove, might as well call her pet, Loki thought already chastising himself for misstepping in his mind, as his thoughts only fueled it. Only being brought back by the sound of a throat clearing.

“Cat got your silver tongue?” Her gaze was full of the curiosity that Loki loved, at least when it wasn’t directed toward him. 

“And why would I tell someone such as you that,” Loki asked, his response once more lacking the usual structure, something that he prayed she wouldn’t notice. Despite the confident attitude he portrayed, he was still the same scared little boy he once was, longing for the love of others especially those he most desired. 

Despite his response, Loki’s love didn’t seem to be faltered as once more she had another word. “Who else would you tell, your brother?” A skeptical look crossed her features, one that they both knew was deserving. While Loki and Thor's relationship had developed over the recent years, even they could only go so far given who they are. 

Upon hearing this Loki was once more reminded of something he adored about her. For she was already quick to respond to his bickering never backing down. To him, this was as alluring as it could get, just as a dominant might find a submissive. Making a minx such as her, to soften under him just stirred Loki more. “Your point is,” Loki asked, despite knowing she was correct didn’t mean he didn’t dislike a fight. 

“You know what it is.”

“Do I truly?”

Yet another playful eye-roll, alongside a small chuckle, escaped her lips. Loki’s heart seemed to leap at this, pounding ever more, as if it was even possible. Yet despite this soon Loki was reminded once more where he was at, as he was forced to watch some Midgardian women shamelessly fawn over Thor, along with a fake giggle. A groan soon escaped his mouth before he could stop it, a groan that Loki’s love noticed. 

"Rough day I take it?"

 "Isn't it always?"

“I know you hate these events as much as I do.”

“I don’t see why Anthony insists on bringing us along.”

“Don’t you, surely someone as clear as you would know.”

“Calling me clever are you?”

“Perhaps.”

“Well did you ever think maybe I wanted you to explain it?”

“And why would you want that?”

“Perhaps to hear something aside from that absurd giggling?”

“Truly?”

“Perhaps,” Loki hinted, treading ever so carefully for one single misstep that could ruin everything he had worked so hard to build. Something he was far not ready for at least so he thought. 

“Well if you want unexpected perhaps I could be of service.”

“And how might you do that,” Loki asked, curious of what this could mean, not knowing what was to come.

For all of Loki’s clever words, nothing could’ve prepared for what was to happen next, for in a matter of seconds, her head was now seated on Loki’s shoulder. “Does this work for you?”

Silence overcame the both of them in that moment, silence that was very unlike Loki who always seemed to have a clever thing to say. Desperately trying to think of what this might mean. Is she making a move, or is this just a Migardian friends thing? Or is she just teasing me, what do I say? Not to mention she looks so……, Loki thought, his thoughts somewhat failing as well. As he tried to think of something that wouldn’t come out as the stutter he feared would come out. “Perfectly,” was the best he could muster up.

Yet for all of this, he received yet another small bit of laughter. “Hmmm ha ha,” she giggled, her laugh being one that Loki had longed to hear just not towards him.

“Why are you doing this,” Loki asked, his voice sounding more vulnerable than he had attended, but it was a little too late to take it back. For all that mattered was what this meant and whether his heart was about to be broken or not.

At this a small sigh seemed to escape her lips, Loki quickly began to fear the worst, at least until he felt the soft touch of her hand against his. “Clearly you weren’t going to do anything, so I thought I might as well.”

While Loki had malfunctioned at her head on his shoulder, this seemed to cease all thought going through his mind. “What,” was all Loki could say.

Another sigh escaped her lips, and while Loki still feared her hold on him remained. “For someone who claims to be so clear, you are quite unperceptive of yourself.”

“Says who?”

“Me, and I am sure someone else.”

“And why would you think that,” Loki asked, as his thoughts already starting to recover.

“Because I know you.”

“Do you?”

“I do, just as you know me, my dear Loki.”

“So you know?”

“Maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t at least until you told me.”

“Must you be a minx at such a moment?”

“Always you wouldn’t have me any other way would you?”

“No.”

“Exactly, now is there something you would like to say?”

“Why would I, when you already know it?”

“Perhaps I would like to hear those words coming from you?”

“Truly,” Loki asked as a raw look of vulnerability and what looked like hope spread across his face.

“Yes, truly now woe me.”

“You wished to be wooed?”

“Yes.”

“By me?”

“Who else?”

“You don’t know what you are getting into?”

“Don’t I,” Loki’s love asked with a glint in her eye, one that one might mistake for Loki’s.

“Then if you insist, perhaps I should woe you as intended,” Loki proclaimed his courage returned once more. 

“Do your best, before I have to do it.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

“You…”

“I, what,” she asked likely about to say another clever retort at least before Loki’s lips were on hers. And if cheering or anything else was heard the two didn’t hear it, for all that mattered was that he had her touch on him finally, a touch that would never leave them at least not as Loki intended, but that is a story for later, and for another universe, all that mattered was they finally had the touch that they had always wanted, the touch of each other.