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I was reading some Wordsworth earlier today - a preface in which he wrote some ponderous thoughts - what say you <<my additions in quotes>>: the poetry of ideas may be the spontaneous overflow of powerful <<even lustful forbidden>> feelings: And also that each idea may take its origin in the emotions dreamed up and then recollected in a tranquil time <<after love>>.
I was wondering does the lust linger while the quiet slowly evaporates? Does it leave slow breathing and sleep, until needs gradually resurface in the mind? And until the need to exist in the hardness of his demands for filling his princess?
I was wondering does the lust linger while the quiet slowly evaporates? Does it leave slow breathing and sleep, until needs gradually resurface in the mind? And until the need to exist in the hardness of his demands for filling his princess?
9th Feb 2020 10:36pm
The warmth of loving arms so sweet and beautifully form just to hold you all night long nicely done poetess...respect
13th Mar 2020 8:58pm
Both gently erotic and beautifully romantic. You take the readers on a journey into a quiet moment between lovers in the cusp of erotic grace.
XoXoXo
John
XoXoXo
John
20th Mar 2020 2:47pm
the cusp of truly
undeniable, whispered
urgency to push
our existence and
risk both burning hearts and our
spirits in full lives.
undeniable, whispered
urgency to push
our existence and
risk both burning hearts and our
spirits in full lives.
