....and when you asked me to lie back
I didn't have a clue, of course...
I thought we'd paused along the track
to rest our bones,
...
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so long... interlude and intercourse... euphemisms.. you in femisms... she... sheer silk fantarsy... PS.. no moss in sight? alas tis sad.. no foreign delight
Just what I needed today (and all week, come to think of it) : an emotional lift. To you, Herbert.
And after all that heavy petting, what did you do, H? : -) Sensual and romantic writing. I like this side of you. Warm regards, Gina.
Riddles you give me, must look up Johann's original. Tea won't do it for me, coffee, due to its heavy content of methyl xanthines (remember methyl donors) is the ideal lytic agent to re-establish balance of homeostasis.
A Plan the Muses entertain'd Methodically to impart To Psyche the poetic art; Prosaic-pure her soul remain'd. No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre E'en in the fairest Summer night; But Amor came with glance of fire, - The lesson soon was learn'd aright. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Phew, I need a strong cup of tea after reading that H, goodness gracious! !
A precise and yet divine narrative of such intimacy that it takes the reader into the event and all through the procedings - - and out at the far end of the scene we are as sated as the writer is......... that is the effect of any good poetry - - so top marks for this walk into a very private paradise........... from Fay.