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I hear the lark, said Alice, it sings in my ear like an angel’s voice, brings me pleasure in my darkest hour, plays in my mind like an echoing dream. I see the morning sun, its beams dance at my feet, swirl around like a child at play, my eyes rejoice at the sight I see, dread the thought of blindness in some new day’s gift, push away the ideas as if they were flies, push all away like one fulfilled. I smell the lily’s scent, its aroma brings me out in a rash of joy, its smell invades my nose like a vanquishing army, opens me up to the pleasures of smell, makes me want to sniff forever, drink in until my head swims, my sleep recalls the aroma’s kiss. I feel my lover’s fingers along my flesh, sense his skin smooth along mine like a skater on ice, like one sliding across a polished floor, the fingers caressing like a butterfly’s touch, tickling to laughter, fondling until my voice says, ah, don’t stop, fill me up, squeeze all on until the final drop. I breathe the wind’s breath, inhale the morning’s freshness, the air of angel’s exhalation, my lungs take in like a greedy girl, sup in each particle as I dance along, remembering now the air of summer, the filling of my lungs like a fish the water, opening my lips in a happy song, my voice singing across an open sea. I taste my lover’s tongue touch mine, feel the tongue and mine in dance, lick and lick until the pleasures erupt, the places engorge and swell, I taste the saltiness of my lover’s *** the sweetness of the heavenly hive, the tongue swimming along my lover’s thigh and arm and on and on, my taste buds explode into a rainbow of colours, my tongue feeling like a snail’s flesh, moving and sensing until my mind says, No more, no more and I hear the waves of dark depression surge in on my shore.
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May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
I HEAR THE LARK.
I hear the lark, said Alice, it sings in my ear like an angel’s voice, brings me pleasure in my darkest hour, plays in my mind like an echoing dream. I see the morning sun, its beams dance at my feet, swirl around like a child at play, my eyes rejoice at the sight I see, dread the thought of blindness in some new day’s gift, push away the ideas as if they were flies, push all away like one fulfilled. I smell the lily’s scent, its aroma brings me out in a rash of joy, its smell invades my nose like a vanquishing army, opens me up to the pleasures of smell, makes me want to sniff forever, drink in until my head swims, my sleep recalls the aroma’s kiss. I feel my lover’s fingers along my flesh, sense his skin smooth along mine like a skater on ice, like one sliding across a polished floor, the fingers caressing like a butterfly’s touch, tickling to laughter, fondling until my voice says, ah, don’t stop, fill me up, squeeze all on until the final drop. I breathe the wind’s breath, inhale the morning’s freshness, the air of angel’s exhalation, my lungs take in like a greedy girl, sup in each particle as I dance along, remembering now the air of summer, the filling of my lungs like a fish the water, opening my lips in a happy song, my voice singing across an open sea. I taste my lover’s tongue touch mine, feel the tongue and mine in dance, lick and lick until the pleasures erupt, the places engorge and swell, I taste the saltiness of my lover’s *** the sweetness of the heavenly hive, the tongue swimming along my lover’s thigh and arm and on and on, my taste buds explode into a rainbow of colours, my tongue feeling like a snail’s flesh, moving and sensing until my mind says, No more, no more and I hear the waves of dark depression surge in on my shore.
terry-collett
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English
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
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