Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date :
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd...
But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
~~Sonnet LVII~~
William Shakespeare
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu;Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those.So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
~~She walks in beauty~~
Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skiesAnd all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellow'd to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair'd the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent
Silky like a cats' furI'm your feline
Your hands on my bodyLight me up
Make me purrStroke this kitten
Watch my back arch
Under your touch
Take me beneath you
Feel my mark across your back
Kittens got claws
Soft hooded eyes
Filled with desireIn the night
Make my motor run
Hear the kittens' cries ...
Calisto Demon
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I am catching up with my comments. Can you tell?
I can feel your teeth as they nip sharp against the insides of my thighs, my nipple.
How does it feel when I rake my fingers across your bare back? Welts rise like leavened bread, rare beauty in it's provocative wake. Only He may mark her so. It is written.
Love
~Dirk
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