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Quietly she entered
and crept across the floor
knowing all too well
the pleasure that would flow

Slowly she approached the bed
there laid a supine form
her heart began to skip a beat
as she undid her robe

Revealing herself  to the night
and to the lying form
gently she began to kiss his neck
her skin was getting warm

Slowly she descended
her tongue leading the way
he wrapped his arms around her
in his loving way

gripping and pulling him
closer to her mouth
her hot breath sent quivers
as she licked the tender shaft

She took him in her mouth
and began to gently ****
he rubbed her moist tightness
and probed her with his tongue

Then they rolled over
still tenderly embraced
and worked together thrusting
to reach a higher place

She dragged her nails across his back
the moans began to rise
sensations racing forward
searching each others eyes

Releasing waves of pleasure
reaching out at the same time
their pleasured moans a symphony
entangled and divine
Love is not condescension, never
that, nor books, nor any marking


on paper, nor what people say of
each other. Love is a tree with


branches reaching into eternity
and roots set deep in eternity,


and no trunk! Have you seen it?

The mind cannot. Your desiring


cannot. The longing you feel for
this loves comes from inside you.



When you become the Friend, your
longing will be as the man in


the ocean who holds to a piece of
wood. Eventually, wood, man, and

oceans become one swaying being,

shams Tabriz, the secret of God.
Love in her Sunny Eyes does basking play;
      Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair;
Love does on both her Lips for ever stray;
And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
In all her outward parts Love ’s always seen;
      But, oh, He never went within.

Within Love’s foes, his greatest foes abide,
      Malice, Inconstancy, and Pride.
So the Earths face, Trees, Herbs, and Flowers do dress,
      With other beauties numberless:
But at the Center, Darkness is, and Hell;
There wicked Spirits, and there the ****** dwell.

With me alas, quite contrary it fares;
Darkness and Death lies in my weeping eyes,
Despair and Paleness in my face appears,
And Grief, and Fear, Love’s greatest Enemies;
But, like the Persian-Tyrant, Love within
      Keeps his proud Court, and ne’re is seen.

Oh take my Heart, and by that means you’ll prove
      Within too stor’d enough of Love:
Give me but Yours, I’ll by that change so thrive,
      That Love in all my parts shall live.
So powerful is this change, it render can,
My outside Woman, and your inside Man.
mine lunger er nok sorte nu,
for jeg fodrer kun mig selv med sort te og aske
hvis de sprætter mig op, og leger med mine organer,
ville det ikke være et syn for børnene nede i gården
huden hænger langs knogler som
var det på tilbud i det lokale supermarked
og det ville jo være nemmere hvis
jeg bare kunne sove lidt mere end
jeg plejer, så ville mine øjenlåg
nok ikke være så jordslået
mit hjerte er nok sort nu, for jeg fodrer det
kun med hvide vægge og dine uendelige
historier om dengang, det var onsdag,
og du glemmer ligesom alle andre,
jeg aldrig har været barn, og gudskelov for det
altid var jeg hende den voksne på
tolv år gammel nede på trappen
med en pakke cigaretter i hånden
og mærker på håndledet
- digte om onsdage
Do not fall in love with people like me.  I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

By Caitlin Siehl,

Read more at http://quotesberry.com/post/111562356007/when-i-leave-you-will-finally-understand-why-storms#Ek7vYV2HDA5XT­Z4M.99
To the tune of "Red Lips"

Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.

Regretting that spring has so soon passed,
That rain drops have hastened the falling followers,
I lean over the balustrade,
Weary and depressed.

Where is my beloved?

Only the fading grassland
stretches endlessly toward the horizon;
Anxiously I watch the road for your return.
Your scared
Your confused
You feel all alone
The pain feels as if it goes deep into your soul
You have thoughts
Frightening thoughts
No one understands
You think
No one can possibly understand
Well, my sweet, I do
Let me take your hand
We can walk this path together
There will mountains, valleys, and oceans to cross
But we can endure the roughest weather
You fall, I fall with you
Tough it out?
You'll never have to
Tell me your secrets
Tell me your fears
Tell me everything
I promise, baby
I'll always be here
For one of my est friends boyfriends going thru a tough time.
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