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“give me your linguistic promiscuity”^ Cyrano to Roxane trifle me not with sugar and spice, give me salt, and everything not nice, Campari, with a spritz of lime bitters, doubling, the bitter sexiness of your taste buds on the private parts of mine mind the body’s parts held a conference, who is the most important of us all, all spoke, touting their unique servicing functionality, at last, lastly, the tongue spoke “none so powerful as this itty bitty muscle-me, for with a chosen-few, well claimed, words whispered, can put all of us in a prison cell to rot collectively, utilizing my linguistic promiscuity, enticements seductive so beware the disastrous dissatisfied tongue, needy for 24/7 accoladed attention, fail to worship can result in bee stinging poetry, and jealousy my love is bitter, my taste buds glory in this wondrous horror” except for my Roxane <>
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
“give me your linguistic promiscuity”^ Cyrano to Roxane
don’t tell me “I love you” ~by Roxanne, for Cyrano~ <> that’s a verse I’ve heard many too times before, that’s a curse of low majesty, a quatrain too plain, if that’s your best sally, retreat, say no more, too simp verses, or ungolden silences, agents of dissatisfying pain I need the best of your taste the finest visions that you eyelids occlude, make haste for my mouth grows exceedingly impatient for the other senses to do their tandem wooing slap only my face with the creature comforts others savor, words of diamonds and pink pearls mined from your breast, the bejeweled words that will decorate my evergreen, that never dies, lest, unless and until, you want my mortal affection suppressed give me your linguistic promiscuity, wake me from the stupor of ordinary, arouse me with thy tongue coiling, a bee sting delivery, a wet poem that makes all my orifices!|offices weep, your mouth, my souls recouper, your wizardry bewitching, answer my inquiry with unbounded festivity then and after all, the plain simplicity of an “I love you,” will be edged with sublimity, my mercies, your mercies our jointed, sharp pointy, introverting, interlocking, *our futures becoming our pasts* 11:07am 19-9-30 <> https://thenewgroup.org/production/cyrano/?gclid=Cj0KCQjwz8bsBRC6ARIsAEyNnvoENpdnWyqeUEwq0avNStgWCf4CocB1i239c2mHdNSFF8gOlWZtfjsaAls4EALw_wcB
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Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
don’t tell me “I love you” ~ by Roxanne, for Cyrano~