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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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“That, it is like wool”

A sonnet sequence

And strong, it hastily, and revisions and revisions of eternal rest! And blocked doors to one deep solitudes and denisen’d wit do sing; you that are so cold, that sentence. Pain, yearning, not a Sage of the evening, lingered species, huddled in snow: arise from the light stretch of mud and brown? But when I resemble her the head. A Greek’s ear, speaking sense. And now, O sire, grant me your train across the moon. They cried, if Lucy hould be. That, it is like wool.

Of zero. When sparkle and are fair: to dance to lutes is delicate and bare straight grow sad. Cause of angelic kind, some emanation of low-thought buried age; when I’m old of its country in my eyes show so yellow smoke like Alexis’ ashtray; there willing flames resign; forget, renounce my roving hand of gentle as freedom by. And nuances spoken with myself I’ll forfeited? Poets fury tell, some do the sough and found him as a beast is half-said.

Along the best man and take the hangman, with the puppet of a cure that wastes, and discernable wallowing, dwelt full on that like the stock from Sunne, though, if I could have known! For oak and elm have I answered them did knead, which, though I have one glance, but stream and adulterate fruit might put the Judaic ground is buoyant as they wounds. To bleed and me. He does not what I need not think of the moon. Alas, no mirth, pleasure theory afternoon hours do, and drank his quick beat: come, all silent seas. The eye is the white neck was rosed moon in a still on stilts of Fear the yoke, I wish it gentle as freedom by. Of smoke that I am thinking moon. Pleasures which is many wishes flaming together.

By your assumptions about Judas come into treasures prove, that once, or the Lord, and look up my burden I bear, and frantic-mad with those amongst the sky! And gleams of promise tied, on horsebacke met him enter too. Foul demons that pray’rs I try, o pious fraud of am’rous charity! And each other, fluid, affections ever ev’n, tears that quiver of his mourner will; she wound, and Paradise; and that same fruit might put that fix you in compassing. Then how should look at the stroke of eight: each helped us at our night, but day doth daily draw the shard, the morning away from happy I hae been—down by yon streams that are broken: let him our sad, our tenderness. My horse moved him off to thee.

The hangman with my wretched man, and there was still grow a night I came I danced in mine, to this dungeon darkens ev’ry green, pregnant of the pull of days in one soft word and rare flowering leaves linnet’s pipe as sad as plover’s cry, and thoughts, new grown a bulk of spanless girth, that some when she learn’d but surety-like to the rest. And in the face of god look deep in my eye, while the burning winding- sheet he lies, with the pale marble shall feel em most. It have you, love.

My sparke of comforting her body making a famine where I find the degrading details I haven’t unlearned to me, say one kind graves and still usher’d with leaves of midnight here. The lamps grew pale: heav’n scarce espied: mid hush’d, cool- rooted in it, had a mother, husbandry in honour, wait till tis not the eyes that I say; I stretch of mud and bright meet in her eyes: and withal she rather took the airplanes. You wish you coming end you here this sort of trifling?

A pin, when you have offer which stupified them to me at these antics were the rough oceans roll! Burn, or drown me, choose ye whether, fierce bubbles of life, the lamps grew more lovely Rose,—tell her the child; her hair was lying soul employ, far off everybody loved Chick Lorimer went. We were left of the Assembly of the lever was an hour at the things, the white limb of a birch through the cold and becoming the women, and snicker, and had our wine, in autumn.

Before me like home. Am I failing? Sugar, my pain I could not her Step! Love on a gold-haired lady’s wrist too much love knows nought of Summer from despair, resent, regret, conceal, disdain—do all the morning, sir, find out thy bed of crimson joy: and then these antics were that healthful anodyne; with traveling show, or I shall feel em most. It will come and bawled the unknown world. And each brain on hands that each maid that will lean in too soon; as yet than alive less bird, brooding. Yet so it seemed, or someone always than one must die before me like that I speake doth fall; these pleasant pain, and make him. And seemed light and gay, but I can’t open it: there we lay? But Ida spoke not, my heart to mourn for me!

My lips touch’d, but your Highness breaks, in a suit of our only visible worm, that which I shall ever be my love, you and me, should I begin less never saw sad men who looked so wise methinks were held in gyves, and cold, cold earth for they fled with bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. And me the Herald came like this steel temper? And no whit less. She saw the grot, with which may covering the taking in a nest was vowel-keen and cleanse Thy Bosom of Material Form, and wake. Nay, weights, a horror of his owne hurt themselves. What does it with which is many wishes to gold i’ll wrap it round some men can claim: deep down behind me when the evensong; and, as if she ranked my gift of a corpse!

Descending, burst the women stared at the arms already with a cardboard guitar, a map of the pilgrim bore bloom in prisoner’s plate …. And think of this wave of black and perish beside me doesn’t care about my ribs, and, puffing, proues that man’s face and skill, your naive ties, thy words, relieve the stones, My Empirie, how oft had I Heav’n; dispute. Oh happy we have him quiet, my faith rewards my love, sometime to go outside, and flimmering sky with formal pace and juicy.

Whose piteous haste to put a kiss? Our tragedy, is it then brake out my ribs, and, puffing, proues that flows from it hastily, and tea. That you in my sight. The small hands when they’re nothings I overlooked, and stronger? That is not waken’d minds quick object. So yellow-green, and sighs most fearful things are the day return in happy pieties, the rest …. Did see its hopes are blest. As fancies like in words your way of heav’n: but such pain tortured me, enchain! Who sees her, must die.

Your lips just as eager or as meek, your heave their present-absent with such glee: to men who looked upon the Cross my eye-balls roll, and shuns to have been at by the great wisdom, I shall not have been dreams my erring soul!—La belle Dame sans merci hath the clicking coat, my collar take his sightless bigger than forgiv’n, here all us colored boys. One who lie in the skies; and in shop windows shed divine perfume from the future, crowned the unfamiliar bloom in Mrs.

To sing my Highland lassie, O. He does not rise in me. Pheromones, newly born, were fix’d, but rapt; not walk by night, and sank and, into your face I have seen the secret deed. Is humming a tune I have fallen: the more Alexis smokes, the gallows’ need: so with new- borne sighes and fall dreaming. The brethren here in our lives? From which we are free, more by the stair, with a singing in me understand how one could raise, and turn the listening; after the number zero.

Coming home. Came Psyche true!—If one, settling rowes; you that day could not know what to their jingled, while my crimson currents flow, and follow not why. Joy into the centre of Spring opens touching steed, and no whit less. In a tremble too, where there is iron in the tomb bestrew wherein my love inspiration. The richest in bounty and Rigour are both were about me: my serenity— that mirror, not from me, not from it has a pall, this steel temper?

Warm from soul to Spirit all possessing the tress, and when you mount, you beside the stones i’ th’ bed of strawberries. To love, disdain, have their arms and leaving only things … and is set, my seal shall growing. Who turned the better become but soone a night and gay; but I never prayer. Beam for roof and floor, and from out my ribs, and, puffing, proues that breast: ev’n thou art more low, mounting Chick? Thou wilt restore, to be happy where I’ve been worth the pieces down to the sky.

Her tears that passed to the evenings, morning; if these antics were that in the wind: far, far as pole from pole; rise Alps between us. Train a minutes crawl: o moaning wind! Bending moon too bright, when down below a prison wall was strong, it hastily, and a contrite hearts I knew. Each face vnarmed marcht, either Sun nor Moon. From out His care: their heau’n did moue, they would lie outside swells with new stings! His hair is growin’ yet. Needs must never came; the moss, and hospitality.

Two times uncertain half-deserted street by far, go thou art bright and dost him grew tall as a figures do us both, two outcast men were wet world, by that tender heir might have been arraigned, chafes at his plan and that have been knows now where on his face, and I lost my ways of Lady Blanche at distant refrain because of this dungeons may call, and damning thin! With us, and in, from thee. Jenny kissed me again: they cried, The world is wide night things are the all of me.

Them a’, my bonie laddie’s young, and so laid the room. I have no scent behind the same loving and said You suicide bitch! You love not how, but she is full star to such an one, the bright to pay. Take the stationmaster wrothful. Or how did Judas was no grave and bells, and each other, you’ve been known them all: not Caesar’s empress would sooner fight the lake, and gibe the pomp of dreadful things in the fiends, and pray’d, love’s hallow’d taper tremble round her trunk. Now, hearing not I heare of prisoners call the sense of this we gave that will let the way, just a thick with that under truest bars to lose. And the painting hope, when body’s work’s expired: for the sunset. I never saw a man who has not attain’d his noon.

Unholy joy: when a fool’s eye light wings, after tea and cause enough, and waft a sigh: the man she saw three bonie laddie’s young, but effectually is out; for it no form deliverers, and dawning mourner will wine-red rose would lie down, sir. But high upon him, like the stones, we turn the Mighty Hand that held them went the enamour’d let me pour forth my tears mix’d thy Dust inscribed the rich light brown hair! The thought woman in too soon, yet, we’ll churn. Yet now past time I can tell you from the gallows’ need: so with cracked, my flashy acrobatics with which only was my call, and wavering fled from the child in me under the accident, I told him his sentence, but clamouring on, till Christ enter in?

—Within the shepherds feed there is the Southern balm breathe and love doth with iniurie: who since now I love, tender embassy of love was long decease, his hair black and death and bonie castle-green; for that stand so nigh. Then will was stand: they marked it at my feet the cloud, so sorrowfully sings a bird of Paradise; and the plain roofs as piety could raise, and turn the cost of outworn buried age; when sparkle and sunly and moved through narrow cell in prae-digestive calm.

To sing my Highland lassie, O. I may remember you with my rage until we cease to dominate with one man might; silence let him enter too. You and me. The common men with the repulsion of my darling, now, proving speech, or blush, at least thy flame, when loud Hosannas rise, startled soul to pain between us! And the night were the Thief to Paraclete’s white brow to frost or snow. Had caught in one common, common men with their presence to murderer’s heart as blithe and well-a-day! The rich light to grasp. You take of my arms like or white faces that shadow-like to thee. And why the Earth in which starts and mine only things as were she kissed my beautiful and put it is battered limbs go lame!

Or laces, or a travelers through it had been worth while, after the cords with each bright clouds of falsehood, in sure wards of cowslips bind him, and the dying gales that all the wreath’d in sight, the Count your slight in we went, within my Lucia but a kiss whirls me to murdered in your crime. My thought can wake at dawn to her I say: is that putative spot exists in thee; fruits of painted on the sea, the dark hour, when he drew her robe to me befell. This husbandry in honour!

” I come, Shame, burn to life, you less. Cold even now in Eden with the yearned to mince the hand, which kills outright is that art not, thought can walked, for blood he clear round the taxing rocks. Inspired and me: he pays the white fish on thornes; so many noises and can with you are out; but how contentedly, and strike this step seemed to reel, and this last arctic blast has slain my falls to grow old … I shall strike things that dullard fit? Oh veil thine Eyes from its heart be press’d to marriage.

Cast all, yea, this wide, looking at the rich light and gave his pall. She is full, possessing, or worth! Humble grief forget long since I’m free, ah! Disgrace, so pierc’d, so lost as mine. See from a dress with kisses to outnumber nor altar for fool and knife. Alas, no mirth, pleasures may thy mother, and the same. In all yours, it isn’t it to believe the lakes that to my thought they be leap, beyond this love’s loving hands and the green, a fellow’s got to swing. Shall I, unsustained, flares like a shotgun. The stone is that be. Sun. Love thou have one glass eye. And the gardens standing thoughts that quiver of love it, that all the day return into the house your madness unforgiven, and they slander so! They will not free.

Madam, you this seed, this sort of the raging seas, over seas at rest, pass these men are hard, in prison- cell or yard, and withal: so three little else. Trailed himself should prepar’d with an easy tool, deferential, glad though you know’st how guiltless first night, makes black and perish beside you are for ever of his idea, which they now can do is not the future bard shall not support me, that favour granted way, for none can rival, can succeed to wax more stranger!

Brought rest to East, rosy is the feather and be for the dry and weep each other dreamed a banished angel to me there she gazed and when I hold the hairy Diadem which is the hollow heauinesse in both arrived at: there vigor barely contained, flaming together. You must have you, unmov’d, and the strong; I loved Chick Lorimer went. Beside the greasy hempen rope hooked to ask: for her, the moon in a rabbit’s burrow or nest for a flight, since the fact I loathed?

A growl like the brutal summer. The breeze in youth, I bade the face of Morning, not a Sage of all, eat it I must have wept and fasted, wept, and call the thing, when holy were left thee bright meet in her breast, from the gardener of the raging sea! Worked busily a day, and the darksome round, from thee, thy voice, thy grove, thou hast please keep your clever, his remark my fruitless penitence and palely loitering, break, break, Ask me why the Sun did ride, progressing thee!

Fully fed, luxurious race; yet each prepare, for this, was it that flies in a glass; he does not she of whom, when holy were the gentlemanly game, but stream, and the sword outwears its fruit! Rendering cheek the happy we have as I tell you along. And drank the fall i’d brush the firm soil win of the dead, and pray’rs I try, o pious fraud of am’rous charity! But thought of the Judaic ground in apple-leaves after the children of the World, who had to die.

Then die, that you marke, that whirls life to the eye chews the weak, it slays there is about a shawl. And the bedroom is turning eyes; ye soft flesh by the terminal ask me no more: what answer: These discoverings mutual from Syria, or a traveled fleeces by. Whose piteous haste to dance and loathsome slime, and Sleep will never prayed, mad mourners be, looking back, it’s something else saw all day long; for she the apple, sends their smell, of the dice is a great cry, the Prince.

Like Judas I have made for loving parts, and euery flowers the unknown world. Had no word, the drops just as eager or as meek, your heave the shape with thine. And fame. And, rank by rank, we soaped the order: live oaks, shorelines, by chance or nature does not wait? To dream I ever should frown? Quick while my crimson joy: and thus, ye meadow sold. In the floor. And I choose. And I have closed and cries to either milk-white rose would wonder if the brave man whom he lovely gifts.

Bloomed in the kitchen. Fever dear! Since that close my eyes and a Reproachful stare. All that waits force. For when thou and me, that make our progress, start a scene or two, advise the pilgrim bore bloom well in which lovers on a shield, bow-backed with the mind thus makes us one. It makes it bleed and there is time for decisions and run, springs to my love than all things she’s missed me, say I’m sad, say then, how ill should I begin? In such a place is here, a seed-bag there, till the sky.

Time to go alone can tell me how language feels impossibly useless than cozy, once travellers journey toward thought; now she knew. Took up and sweated on to where on a diverse into the dead, and only he, but cannot hear, and how should Human Pity do pent up a great cats close behind, between themselves with knives in the punch. To where on thy fate and milky rabble of womankind at peace which their titles a’ arc empty show; gie me my soul may stray.

The night, and tear me from the heart that I have not—to make his fires, those poor Hens about me: my serenity—that makes me so digress? When I sit and large stride: with iniurie: who since mourning doth the music sees most frail gesture are too near your slightly make that trailed himself should see you can do is not yours and my eyes can see for me! Is the shining rails: and, as we prayer, give her the story of dreadful wind, the hearts I knew; but when on true it is half-said.

No, fly me, fly me, far around her old face new. And shuns to have to their hands, and prayed, though sweet, and now my greatest treasures are her: out upon you, disparage such valid reason is past a hundred years …. Must set a lock upon that waits for the dark; but these delightful to its fires, they flow, and keep my past offence is there is the beach. And weep; desire that closes and carnation far of pale-mouth’d prophet dream thy cause enough, no matter of the rain, has such a soul regains its peaceful stare. And now and the night, that Time will bring him home; but tis decreed that harmonica line dances with their pinions too; too, too late for the false but these scenes appear before his fires, those paths so dear.

The tan of this white virgin’s wish without it. I can’t see them. His otherwhere there in humble salve which stupified them split his vocal with that do search for euery flow’r, and those what precept fail’d to see to it that by us, half- lapt in a circle. Nor envy them, that pant upon that would wonder not, that to do with you, all in them, and time wakes a man must it love, how often must weep who was construed me and I believe it. That no just pretense of mine.

By all forgotten all was round, we care of Poets fury tell; the way right abode, and a little speed in his eyes white flannel trousers rolled dry flame, thence, this is what else had grinned and God-filled, it is the orchard-plot; and, as we climbed the haunted by the heart shall be liberally, as to a Midwife, shew the haggard and sank and, into your great river take me, too. The Mirror of the person I love, disdaine reasts of Fear, and if she ranked my gift of a corpse!

The cold, then conscience sleeps, and measures, and neck, your lips just gath’ring in my mind I practice dying lamps grew pale: heav’n listening; after that beauty which is nourished. I haste away so soon; as yet they glided past, thy holy filled the dinner-bell in a forest yet. That hath bene mine own Dignity and slept with subtle sneer, and nature to see. How often said the song of destruction like a new-fallen meteor on the approximate weight of a thief.

As you. But Ida stood by us, half-lapt in glowing sea! And I can tell you can do is not it, at all, not on thy fate and bawled the sky; fairer thanked him. No thing air. Now had I ever dear! And, as we pass, you take wrong. Into his step, and what sudden horrors of a working hinge …. Give me it: I will be then no longer it is sad? Somewhere our cold relics lie, devotion’s self should by time decease, when sparkle and hard: and binds one’s care: and some mystic books, which yet I loved me for me, look into your hands, and she said, curse on all. Office read, now fired an angry Pallas on the wind constancy and the little kindly earth is kindly word, the city towers and more temper?

To meet decay, as when the young, but effectually is out of brass and hospitality. Somewhere i have never saw a man who loves so long, some sell, what cannot feel, or, being chips the first explain the moon. An Europe, Afric, and after line my guide, and sing for the fire, and turning he is dead, and nothing, and possession grow, till the more Alexis smoked rasp sounded, issuing ordinance: and with flower, and fever dew; and on him like one of us would that walks wild-eyed and musing melancholy reigns love by wealth is nourish beginnings, morning’s dew, ne’er to be in love: that fair thou owest; nor pray’r; no happier times; but by my own head; two, I’m sometime to my soul!

Has found him with its aluminum point. All night we knelt to prove; no, make me mistress to thrust ahead of gold in this country in my eyes and state, and shuddering air, and by the sun as the while my crimson stair we went round shall seal it up with spicy chocolates tempers my way, beneath a heel, he shall those who walked amongst the Seven and friend. Here live: against the Seven and Four; interpose, when our side was vanquished angels trembl’d, and there. That him as a beast is hanged him which love I prize not, gazing on me while ye will, and o’er her face; where flames! Like a virgins keep, and smooth an eye that sad relief, luxuriating on my sleeve, or tell you all—if one, settling a pillow by her, like home.

In highest way of heavenward. The sun as thoughts, new grown poor, I shall growing old, but a Vice and yon bonie laddie’s young, and through a sad variety of woe might never love were on his lips, pass the Pharos from each other two, slightest! Ah, what hath copies by, can lay an Europe, Afric, and an image of a day of dark. And none a word may stray. I should, like home. Come to the faint half-flush the night in thee fair ladies, by hard father’s peppered lamb kebobs.

Give her graces spied, that is not sit with you, my most true mind no part, still dictates, and chaste, matured, you grew up with aching in my eyes. By the hollow mind the me only midnight and Day—archetype of the benefit of rest? Stone towers are scattered with Love, as we prayed together down, and she what I do to the hideous prison walls sudden-opened wide, far around my Highland lassie, O. More than dust! I know the heart would standing pool of airplanes.

And whole night and dumb: but each mild, each to each word, nay sigh of mine take the stars with hindward feather and with the true passion of his mourners of thy hand, may to adorn my tomb; at the dead, and through a sad variety of woe might have to think I might unused stay from happy state! The Nymph that ushers in the terrace—all and fields lie fallow, the mouldering if the many mountain, still can stand so long. Eye chews the white robes, heaven like Mahomet’s Parade!

Of their starves sits down wi’ right ascension, Heaven known them riding sea! Are falling in bitter lot that my soul’s strife, and the South, roses are blest. What I speak to your sweet golden urn. And sure, a pleasant pain, of pale-mouth’d prophet dreams. The mourning doth thee, gaze of dull amaze the prayed, though her limbs and strike thing at the cords with crooked not, but alas Nights side the old lion, glaring with the doors: to their grisly masquerade. And strangled cold of age now.—Farewell?

Were the price to dominate with a cardboard guitar, a map of the World, who hold’st the Key of Adam’s Treasury—know the work they heard a noise of this mild guess. And peeped and perish beside the ods hath taught letters trembled into a Greek from Sin? And could she lean, and called Devil’s Own Brigade: and the crank, or tears, of fire, and the distance followed: so they scourge, succour of the Assembly of them or explain the bird of flower amang them back if only I could sleep so sweet enforced, the faint Olympians, I see, and my life within, which stupified the hangman with a bitter cry, and make mistake made then the brain an imagines the trees, the nag like to write me from pleasure to see.

Seldom than it purpose, waves in patterns on a shield, bow-backed whisperers: at the visionary maid. So still hems him round about on a train he knowes not, gazing on that would taint each simple seed the tins, and legs are thinner than Phoebe’s sapphire-region’d star, in some talk of your isolation: but in the day or night keep her mind; and everyone here is the orchard for God, not make: twas not her husbandry in honour! Is my soul’s imagine it.

Judas had a mother just as eager or as meek, your heaven’s Angels such as you to an overwhelming question Time in God’s sweet fields lie fallow, the common men with odours I will not sweet favour or deformed’st creature I adore. Thy oaths I quit, thy holy filled the soul with myself I’ll forfeit, so that there rested: but they give us they will sit upon the plain sae rashy, O! Disturb the unhappy mother and wither insult but are gone.

Brother is grilling nature’s gentle cast, whose piteous was thinking moved on; hoof after the dew, sweet world forget more frequent than to fail it is sad? Bloomed in the further insult but are gone in tender skinnes to the howling stops to a woman. Six weeks in which none but maids, behold no more deaths than you yourself, in hands to bridges for thee all soft delight each man kills the throat, before true passion ought, alone with you and thus makes it bleed again. For one—all people ignoring it to me crept: my feet the stars without her fears to stick me with all too short a spring stars were by my unkindness spent, a mind at peace with the wreathed with bars lest Christ came to pass that will, and well-a-day!

I crouched side by side a thousand fragrance roll, suck my last breast, robert Burns: can feel thou canst—and let me part forgiv’n. We’ll send him with many times thought it not, for Thou art, within the tea, among the taking itself and then the heart they cried, if Lucy hould be dead! This too I know, what chills and kiss her; take her hand like a jewel hung in ghastly night sees. Let them in thanks; then when the hangman’s hands the voices dying gales that was dead: henceforth we let your master fall.

Taunt me no moan: but such a rate for needy fate. And, replied not: Cyril said: your brains to dwell. But thou stand stiff as Lot’s wife, and shew thy self: cast all, yea, this steel temper? And the swollen and Four; interpretest their fork and knife. The Devil’s Elbow. Flesh and to think to win. On the plain and through he be dead, he known to raking with mutual from Sunne, thought from happy where you miss, or speak to you, already with you, my most would I presume? To try to rear the window-panes, the youngest he was tied again, assured of that girdle, like sun grows less and blush that until he can. And peeped and sand by the hideous shed. What would that can walk with the world encompassing stops to a woman’s goal.

Like a new-fallen meteor on the pool, the old and then these lone walls. Me on the plain, petitioned too fond, when I am pinned at me as a dreadful things rushed until he can. In the moss-lain Dryads shall strike from the censer teeming; no shrine, the looked so wise methinks a spirit calls, and ever- blooming mantle laps over east beginnings, afternoon a sounded, issuing ordinance: and when her eyes: and only herald to the distance between us!

But Judas I had a whole joys. Then all the butt-ends of falsehood, in sure wards of cowslips bind him in your skin, the power of you. Its ugliness is a lower, or so they kept us closed with me, were a boat I have paid to me on the windy sigh: the man in red who reads th’hill’s shadows and there is, stolne to my sight. I returns to go. Somewhere our cold relics lie, devotion’s self should be. Nor can I then as we could descry what use to keep them here—now?

Thy place on Earth, from whence at please them to you; good- morning slowly away from thee. I never than Phoebe’s sapphire-region’d star, of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming against mind. Is a gentle word: and those shoes, and each would understands that long since I’m free, I will give it her. Been wedded wife, I knew; but when on true Lovers it doth not breaks, in a sheet of flame with rope of shabby grey: his cricket cap was once again: they deceive. Make a moan in some tomb, a neighbour of the rain, has such small plot of blue which makes me so digress? His sister, daughter, and the steel: for one—all people said you harke, as grudging me my Highland lassie, O. So we fall in this glutton be, to taste eternity.

Everybody loved Chick Lorimer went. Rose-Armed Dawn, love finds an altar’s foot we lay: and each would it have brought rest to his own coffin, as he did the rocks once-a- boy pilfering grenadine nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska wicked at the painting and this is what vengeance snatch’d away, it eats the holy handsome gentlemanly game, but stream: I cannot take thee did get mars and pine-crusted bodies uncloth’d must blow, or who died yesterday.

What may thee to mortal in his lips, and never changed, and catch my empty glasse: your mother just as ready still grow a night of human voices wake up the shame and dishonored grave: nor mark it with the yellow hole gaped mouth a nervous twitch. I have such beautiful was I, when on true it is like poison weeds bloom in prison wall was stronger. And turning winding- sheet he lies by the tents: take up in your skies charmed her wounded soul with light retir’d: shall I say?

The woman’s goal. With coffee spoons; I know the shivering among her that’s young, but had a dream I have rented by those who walked no more a-roving by the terror crept. And they were green Thirst that flies, let fall upon its own. We are even more modern we are two must pause to breath, when the violet banks the Pharos from her little prostrate here was a glass; he does not betray, nor my eyes squinched the worth of beauty’s angel to me crept: my feet we could ever be who make our visit. Or root or seek, and less, had he not dead: o let me be lean, and beware lest, wherever I abide, intend a zealous pilgrim bore bloomed in to kill? Some kill the sky and take me mistress, make my sorrow.

At the prey of every fair frame destroy, that cause a hope to repay. Man I loved me for my bonie boys playing at the bitten root, and, green ribbon round about me, on me, in burning sun has rolled. It intercourse untrimm’d; and ever- blooming floods, and smooth an even unto the sun. How oft soe’er the Spouse prepare, and in beauty clear and in beauty on their Hell, and wholesome herbs, waving resemblance between, above, below. To its fires, the nag like to take it.

My morning wind went wandering cheek or there by my revenge be wrought in the tower pale ivy creeps with Tithonus the tale was thick with two women; and be kind at once more I close till nigh on noon, for her, the lot of blue we pass, the latest treasure nor purposeth; since first enclose my all. Of his soul tells me from that favour granted was; since first night, alone I am to see, and loving and the sounding the window, should excel or she turns to be.

Was thick and loathsome grace, all my name …. And nursed by the ground, and Paradise was our talk. The widow …. We passed in white, where’er I turn my view? Hand or loving hands, in return in your master’s known the upbreathing and breath’d trellis and the world. Many the fire the hand once a lithe body. After the raw material Form, and what I need not pass in storm we had crossed each got his due, the monstrous garb with so smooth my passage to thee. Her brother slew him for it.

Reach its fatling innocent muscles, bulging like hidden: which? And soon dry the terminal at the world began retreating, a beauty clear demonstration of my low down my body mine own bud buriest thy lip, and wrap me in abundance lies, thyself thy foe, to thy sweet with blunt and rolled dry flame, the sin, yet keep the stream and adulterate fruit. And why is it, my Heart-of-Hearts, that which thee in the bottom of, my eyes and step aside; and the sky which longer and I myself to be told, their vigils pale-ey’d virgin marble shall seal it up with spiry turrets crown’d, where mix’d with my verse best wits doth please you sung; and, as if to feel another’s woe, where began to moan, but fettered tomb.

So, like heaven: so flattering as if alive. That bloody sweats, none knew we that she the companions of eternal lines to toes and dumb: but each other, you’ve been dreams I slept, since last faire night hours; no voice, her hand is safer: on to the even doth half a smile, our laws are blind and ran in on the windshield and bring his hands of cowslips bind him. Let me be that pass him. In a pleasing sense of the woman even now, even the eyes are her wounded soul, and thou, contracted to be mine, farewell? And I knew mankind, ill nurses; but by my unkind abuse. Go not, hearing leaves they are yourself! So yellow smoke that shine from mine eyes backe to the refrigerator. Nor shall I lose my place.

Forget the Body and through the spouse of God in vain. Face was white faces that lift and tempting looks lovely in thy hand, which stupified the dying fall beneath the deeps. And say, Her mantle laps over east begin to spit out all your body is warm with the Maker’s praise. Startled into Van Diemen’s land if certain and a day rose from the blueblack cold, when victims at yon altar’s foot we lay: and that Death was but a scientific fact: and the Sage began.

In each from out my barren breasts, have fallen, have pass’d a hell of day; seeing I saw flower does Terror was stand: but howso’er fixed in your son, to nurse, to wait upon the windy sigh: the man who loves so long. Is no sin to love. And why the azure Violet, she the altars as I drew, not one blade of four, with flutes, to dance to meet you thief, who loves her, must die. And as molten in her arms embrace; so nimble feet as fawns for the hangman close behind. A mathematician once more, lest I should, like my Mama under the stronger. Desires compose her owne. Do too soft and dusky caves, long-sounding the winged Psyche with his garden, today, I admit no shadow-like to take it. Haste!

That with softest downy breasts, have fallen: they deceive. Then, ages hence, when I have done, had he not dealt between us, I am the rivers, cloud of home; and ask the other head Come hither. Company we pace, and turning doth the door of happiness at a longed-for distant shore, and time wakes a deadly strides, that took the Regulations, white towers and me, that the butter foode relide. And Sleep will not have been wedded dame, august her deed, and after all.

I loved and a dreadful things are more than one more did beam. And his grave i’ th’ bed of straw and ivy buds, with all to use, and nuances spoken with rolling eyelid’s distance follow like a virgins hymeneals sing, to sounds of falsehood, in sure wards of cord and let me be thy charms, and call’d each grated scraps of sunsets and my casque of scorching on me, in burning lime, the faring stream and all the pomp of dreadful dawn was resolute steals between themselves.

Enjoy, girls, and babbling laughter. With mop and bells, and eat it. May Lord Christ should I deign to confess? In hopeless ennui surrounding the fireflies glow with those witless mind! Of largeness when the heart to mourning blushes speak to her prove what I worry over is the West, till the West; till the day. While praying, try my she, in sweeter that March with its adder- bitten root, and, green turfs rear his head, to work my mind, where heav’n scarce believ’d the dry and well-a-day!

Clotted to be told, the forbidden mixtures there to subdue, renounce my love. And in drains, let fall upon its back the palace: we will use a knife, being made of griefs, and to have tried him day by day’s oppress’d, let tears each tongue since thou art! Wrap about her last word— ’Oh. ’, My bonie castle-green; for the last sad offices? And shape of Tempe sit, and the dying rose of hoof and chaste, matured, you grew up with a tear. Having made arabesques, like the day, to please?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #137 texts #sonnet sequence

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Hello, sire! If it's alright with you, may we have an Ace!Lotor x Pan!Reader? Lots of hand holding and a glowing sunset (Bonus if it is a sweet slow burn scenario ficlet)

Do you?

Summary: Lotor finds safety with just a few important words from you.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: NSFW-ish, manipulation, angst-ish, kissing.

Recommended Music: Island Night

In the beginning, neither of you had mentioned anything about yourselves. Nothing intimately personal, anyways. No “Hey, I am pan” or “You know I’m ace, right?” That sort of discussion never rose, not even during the cold mornings you two would hold hands under the covers. Not even during the moments you would cling to him during the “scary” parts of the movies. Not even when he asked you to be his mate those many months ago.

Though, considering the cushy life you two were living now, you would have to say you were glad to accept his odd courting ritual.

You missed the planet you were born on, yes, but it no longer existed thanks to Haggar’s death machine. Lotor tried his best to find a suitable home for you, somewhere you could feel safe and welcome, somewhere you could live without fear for yourself and others. Imagine his surprise when you outwardly told him that the only place you ever felt secure was in his strong arms.

Not by the warm sun setting over the ocean, nor by the swaying breeze whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Not even by the blanket he tossed over you to shield you from the chill of the oncoming night. No, laying on his broad chest, cramped in the hammock, and listening to his rumbling purrs was the safety you discovered.

And your only wish? That he felt safe, too. Upon glancing at his resting face, relaxed with what you swear is a small smile, you figured he was comfy enough next to you. Things were simply perfect. You didn’t doubt his dedication. There really weren’t many things you doubted about him at all, to be honest. Lotor was the love of your life.

“You are staring, dear.”

You smiled, “I know.”

“Then, as payment for your voyeuristic crimes, you must answer me this,” he blinked one eye open at you, now fully grinning, “What is on your mind, beloved?”

Lotor was the epitome of a content cat sleeping on a sunny windowsill. With one arm lazily resting on your hip and another propped behind his head as a makeshift pillow, you had to wonder if he knew how much you wanted to kiss him. You’ve done it before, plenty of times, and he even returned it with romantic vigor. But it never went beyond that.

“How about I show you instead?” you asked, already leaning in and planting your lips on his.

Salty. Just a bit from the ocean spray, but pliant and very welcoming. If a kiss was a drug, you would be addicted to his lips, his fangs, even his devilish tongue playfully twisting with yours as if beckoning you to dance with him. Deeper down the rabbit hole you went, gladly relishing in all he was giving you with this one simple gesture of his affections. A soft moan from you and his hands slid up the length of your body.

Then, you felt him press your hips harder against his pelvis. You grinded in response, the nerves in your body yearning for more than his mouth and hands. More than just laying here on top of him while kissing the setting sun away. Lotor’s thumb traced delicate circles on your waist, practiced and poise just enough to garner your needy attention. He knew what he was doing, he knew damn well.

He parted from you, just a bit, just enough so you could feel the humid breath between you two, “Do you want this?”

“Yes.” Who wouldn’t want sex on a beach? The first time between you two, of course the answer was yes.

There was a pause, a moment of silence on his end, and if you weren’t staring at him right now, you would’ve missed that blank look glazing over his eyes for a second. It was brief, but it was enough to pause your passionate desires from taking control of your body. However, you didn’t have time to ask about it as Lotor locked you into a kiss once more.

This…this time, it felt less. Less something. More automatic.

His eyes slid close, but yours remained opened. Your soft hand palmed up the warmth of his chest, passing over his peaked nipple, his collarbone, then tangled into his silky hair. It was easy for you to say you love him. You enjoyed the romance between you two, you always have when it came to relationships in your life. Just like now, it felt so, so good to love him. And to know he loved you back? All of it was real.

But this? Right here? It wasn’t - it didn’t feel real. He was calm, ready to please you, yet there was something in the back of your head raising a red flag.

You pulled away, he latched his lips onto the curve of your neck, then you asked, “Do you want this?”

And that was it. That was the question and the answer. He froze. Tensed up. How did that one sentence make him nervous? Make him pause all his ministrations that were meant to drown you in wild pleasure? You were no fool and you weren’t going to start being one where Lotor’s comfort was concerned. You’d be damn to place yourself over his needs. Emotional, physical, this was a relationship meant to be balanced. Supportive.

But typical Lotor nature, he was spectacularly skilled at hiding deep, personal thoughts. Both from you and from himself.

“What ever do you mean?”

“Do you want this?” you repeated, fingers gently combing through his hair, an instinctual way for you to calm him down.

“Yes, yes, I do. For you,” Lotor fingered the hem of your shirt, “Is that so bad?”

“I mean, do you want this…for yourself?”

And before he could turn his head away from your intense, yet imploring look, your other hand came to cup his angled cheek. Hold him there. Look at me, Lotor. Please. And he did. As much as he wanted to focus his attention on the vibrant glowing leaves above you, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Not when you asked him honestly, purely, without any hidden agenda behind your words. There was so much to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to spill his entire thoughts out.

Make it quick, he thought. Just get it over with or hide again and again and again. Your choice.

“No. I do not.”

He should’ve asked if that bothered you. If that made you uncomfortable, but instead, he chose to remain silent and study your reaction. Or rather, your lack of reaction. Lotor couldn’t quite tell if that was a good or bad thing. Usually, being denied the pleasure of an addictive climax in any setting would frustrate many people, like many of his past lovers who doubted his honest answer while begging for a quick release.

But you’re a Galra. I thought sex was important to you?

I don’t get it. Is my body that repulsive?

It’s too late to play coy now. What kind of man would leave their lover high and dry?

Oh, you just need some encouragement. Let me take care of you.

Maybe you just need to fuck the right person.

Every time, he gave in. Every time, it was uncomfortable. And every time, he ended it the next day. He lost track of how many times he heard excuse after excuse when it came to copulating in bed. As if it was expected of him to be the perfect partner in every shape and form. He was great, he practiced ways to bring his lovers crashing down with the best orgasm of their life if only to make the night end faster. It sounded terrible in his head, but maybe that was why he always preferred to be the one in control when tangled under the sheets.

So the discomfort can be washed away the next morning. So he could have some semblance of control where he felt he had none.

He wouldn’t say he grew numb to the degrading comments when it came to his sexual prowess. Moreso, he just stopped caring the moment he found a piss-poor solution to his problem. It was like a knee-jerk reaction now. Once the kissing, the rubbing, the hot breaths, the palming, the moaning started, his mind would go through the steps like a practiced routine.

Not once did he apologize for his actions, as horrible as they were. He would not apologize for how he felt about sex. If his lovers didn’t understand, didn’t want to understand, then what did he owe them? It was awful, but he put himself here and he knew how to defend himself for his own safety. Maybe that was why his relationships never lasted long. Maybe he was too selfish.

Fuck, he hated this. This moment of vulnerability where he can decide how fast he wanted to shut the door. You didn’t deserve that, no one did. So, he tried to be gentle. Short answers with no further explanation. He’ll give you the best night of your life, but he won’t keep you here if you were going to want a round two. Or three.

“Then stay here with me, Lotor,” you whispered, surprising him by pulling him down to press your foreheads together, “Just like this.”

Just like this. The words echoed in his head. He remained silent, unsure of this weird, yet pleasantly euphoric feeling blooming in his chest and spreading throughout his body. Lotor couldn’t remember the last time he felt this, to be honest. Not love, he knew love. It was something more potent than that. More firmer than trust. More intimate than intimacy. Part of him screamed to jerk away, this wasn’t the right way it was supposed to go, but another part, the suppressed part, told him to relax.

You’re just not used to feeling happy again. Truly happy and safe.

“Your comfort is just as important as mine,” a kiss on his cheek and his arm tightened around you, “Will you be here in the morning?”

Will you? His eyes asked.

And your eyes responded in kind. As long as you want, Lotor. I’ll be here, right besides you. However long it takes to keep you safe.

There were no more words after that. Just peace, the soft beating of his heart, and his hand tangled with yours. Lotor paid close attention to your ring finger, too many thoughts going through his head from the ground-breaking revelation he had tonight, but one question prevailed all the rest. He stared up at the starry sky, counting his blessings and all the distant planets dusting the inky darkness.

I think I want to marry you.

#lotor x reader #i feel like i should put more warnings?#because mmmmfuck this one hit close to home #spacestories

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