Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? The girls who have so many secrets but wont tell a soul. ~Lan Ling, translated Thou art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee. Chinese tattoos are similarly incredibly surely understood and can be spotted on the internal pieces of the arms and these constantly have a centrality to the person. ~Huang O, translated My hot strong hands will no veil endure That shadows your radiant nakedness; Lay bare each beauty, conceal no lure, Leave naught to hinder my fond caress! There is the murmur of a million nightingales, — and the flash of brilliant lightning. He will draw me close to him — and a little closer, And his strong arms will soothe my quivering body: And his tender kisses will cool the fever of my burning lips. In past occasions in any case; any woman with a tattoo was set apart as someone with low morals or titled as the person who is radical against society. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value.
Withal its beauty and its faultless grace Your body, dearest, is a haunted place. Envelop me from throat to ankle in delirium intolerable. What should I eat, someone else's cake instead? The girls who sceam and cry to their pillows because everyone else fails to listen. ~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff I will allow only My lord to possess my sacred Lotus pond, and every night You can make blossom in me Flowers of fire. Tost by a tempest of Desire; Till with utmost fury driven, Down, at once, we sunk to heaven. A few statements and idioms are significant piece of life and some unique occasions, life exercise which can apply in ordinary living.
You think it shows up like that to the event? I feel the shuddering of your breast and the beating of your throat against mine. ~Terri Guillemets So sweet and delicious do I become, when I am in bed with a man who, I sense, loves and enjoys me, that the pleasure I bring excels all delight, so the knot of love, however tight it seemed before, is tied tighter still. To hear the wild beating of your veins; to feel flame shuddering your blood and to agonize you with my ardor. The first thing she said to me? This practise is called infanticide and is unfortunately practised in many countries. I suck the honey from your dewy bowl And drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss, Within your cup, I yield to you my soul And drink your kiss. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.
The difference between a lawyer and a rooster is that the rooster gets up in the morning and clucks defiance. ~Izumi Shikibu In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim. Therein I shall die a thousand deaths and arise reborn in the awful splendor of your love. Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it is time to get up. The moment lasts, the moment you feel alive and as one with nature. Bodies mingling, sexes blending, Which should most be lost contending, Darting fierce and flaming kisses, Plunging into boundless blisses; Our bodies, and our souls on fire.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox The god in me and the beast in me And all deep things come up to light; And I would barter my soul to be The prize of love for a single night. People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to pick on rich women than motorcycle gangs. ~Huang O, translated The cry of my body for completeness. Ungirdled treasure, warm and bare. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! These things make me believe God's a man after all. ~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff My eyes are like soft twilights, meltings of silver and blue, My lips are the stain of wild crushed fruit, My breath is jasmine. I love all those things about you.
Silk clothes fly open so easily. Make me fire your blood with new desire, And make me kiss you — lip and limb, Till senses reel and pulses swim. And how he told someone was intellectual or not was whether they wore glasses. They can stay together for hours, even days. The way they get to play you, all the while claiming they love you and making you believe it's true.
And like this downy swelling breast, They rise, and languish to be pressed. We have done so much for so long that we are now qualified to do anything with nothing. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. ~Huang O, translated Then in a burst of blinding weather. I feel the ivory of thy petals fair Brush lightly on my belly as I woo And I would sting thee, if I did but dare, So sweet you are. We know nothing but the thunder of our veins.
Every night I get dressed up as Poland and he invades me. So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast. ~Tzu Yeh, translated On your lips I should drain the fountain of life. You wouldn't make love the way you do if you were not adventurous, and bold, and slightly nuts, just like I am. I am the ache of overfullness.