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. How she shrieked when I first laid my eager hands on her Would I ever please her as she now thrilled me? When I first caught sight of her, I wanted her for my own. Enchanted by her golden complexion, her slender neck that angled back just so... her seductive curves and the way she pouted just a little in the middle: gentle swell of belly and a perfect curve behind, set afire: undulating, seducing me. I longed to hold her, to feel her weight on me, to turn her this way and that: to handle her gently. I'd stroke her so she'd sing only for me, in her own sweetly timbered tones. I ran my hands over her frame, traced her f-hole with the tip of my finger, and cradled her in my arms. I pressed her to my chest, and stroked and plucked and drew her out. Though she seemed too tightly strung, I eased into her, softly. I tempered my desire for speed, and patiently sought to learn what she might need so that she would, in time. give me all that I wanted, all I dreamed.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 16-Aug-02/4:31 PM
poemeranker fuck no poetandknowit the music of bands that seem to write the same song over and over again is for two kinds of people: adolescents and monomaniacs. I cannot defend the tastes of the first, and even the second, but equally I cannot condemn the second. For often do our finer moments in life come from a short or sustained bout of monomania? How many times have you obsessed over something and therein gained the greatest satisfaction? I have done so many times. Of course, obsession has equal love for disappointment; but is not the lowest Hell nothing when placed next to highest Heaven? When something worms and lodges into that part of your brain labeled 'special', there's no way to avoid obsessing on it, or at least falling into a sort of stupor when presented with anything to do with it. And I believe it's commonly said that obsessions form in childhood. So blame not the people who listen to this music, nor those who create it, but the despicable parents who allow their children to find such FILTH special.




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