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You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown

every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.

jeff buckley’s new year’s eve prayer

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i want to fuck all four of them so bad

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Sometimes I get really sad and cry because I will never have David inside me 😞💔

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i constantly day dream about how david's moans would sound like when he cums

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David Gilmour ☀️

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David Gilmour performing at the Fete de l'Humanité (annual gathering of the French Communist Party) in Paris, 1970. Photo by Jean Gaumy.

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Yes, this David at the Rockestra Theme's session recording (1978)

late animals/ early wall era david is SO beautiful, i think it might be his best look. like yeah we all love early 70s david, but that era might be my favourite of his

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#i'm a simple girl #i see david's fingers #i want 'em

i’m a simple person: i see nice fingers, i want ‘em inside me.

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#and David all sunburnt

#MEOW MEOW

When I watched live at Pompeii for the first time I got kinda turned on when they played echoes especially during the funky part, and seeing rick without a shirt on MEOW MEOW <3 ,

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The retrofuturistic love for David Gilmour (II)

This is the first poem from an attempt of fanfic-poetry. The imagery seats in early 70's East Coast nightlife. As you will notice, the tittle is an intertext with the Green Is The Colour lyrics and is just tentative for now, but I'm kinda liking the concept.

sapphire is the colour of his kind

from the high place of a non-corner building 59th street hot rest and luminaire in front of you he seats and relish the most erotic gestures in human music curls up and fondle your melting figure you both may be the chosen ones like any deity or the Fender Black Strat NYC 1970 / he realises that faith and death are two very difficult things to explain you / eyelashes opened his eyes cinched in yours through the looking glass and despite the fact that he sometimes is color blind you suspect downright the shade of his hair is sapphire / the touch of his voice yes / the air vibrant deep zesty blue may the elixir of yesteryear flow through torrential temples this metropolis in your spill of moisturiser mascara and eyeliner decades whispers / dancing across a boiling country afar upswings the sea of albatross come as rust gale on the Queensboro Bridge the verge of breaking through some oldest glacial ground asphalt ignites in the raw embraces of our times / in 35 mm it is not possible even if you try to capture the sapphire hue gushing from David / his zeal all that you no longer lack howls your passion like praise in your scent and his words just no words but fully tongue is not memory in drips and drabs slipping within blood and shivering vowels he on his knees with beseeching lust stirs up a tropic rain / the tempest your fiery deluge grabs up on his shoulder blades and the sapphire glows it is all it is everything you both grow dim and burn on rapid tears of fever

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🤎🌹

David Gilmour and his natural brown Telecaster at the Fete de l'Humanite, Paris, 12 September 1970, the largest audience Pink Floyd had played for: 500,000 people! via gilmourish

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#those hands #those veins #❤️‍🔥

David Gilmour  Pink Floyd, Animals tour 1977. © Philippe Auliac.

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#those lips #his smile #so squeezable

#you are a dream, david jon gilmour

David Gilmour

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#just shag me already david

#why did i born like 40 years after his 70's prime beauty

It's lucky for David that I can't have him because I would never take my hands off him, and I would keep him up every night getting shagging me all night long!

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He totally deserves it 🎉 💦

Celebrating David's birthday by sucking his di-

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And some nutella maybe, cherry marmalade too. Whatever he craves for 🔥

I want Dave to lick Peanut Butter off my tits

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oh, yes.

David's armpits <3 Ok so, it is David from San Tropez, 1970. I have this fantasy of smelling his armpits, you know when snnugling together after fucking (or making love, he is a pisces and i'm a cancer girl so it would probably fluctuate between animal sex and erotic transcendental encounters). I would have fall sleep with my face burried in his armpits, and then wake up just to get more of his scent and his body.