I cry to you.
Within the furthest reaches of the heart lie those desires whose name one dares not speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, lurking us to the very heights of ecstasy and depths of despair. Each of the
pages in this journal awaits the expression of my desires. I will abandon myself. I dare.
I will allow only my Lord to posses my sacred lotus pond, and every night you can make blossom in me. The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you. Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me-- when memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs through the blood; when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again. You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you!
Soon she wont object to fingers that stray under her skirt-hem an finger at her lightly knotted waistband; when her eyes are dreamy and her breathing's harsh, send the servants away. Unless a woman has an amorous heart, she is a dull companion. Desire is poison. Only intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract, and then goes into it deserves all the consequences. I give myself sometimes admirable advice, but I am incapable of taking it.
Thou art to me a delicious torment. You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you, to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. Where's the man could ease a heart like a satin gown? Where passion is not found, no virtue ever dwelt.
My slender waist and thighs are exhausted and weak from a night of cloud dancing. Virtue has need of limits. Some people with great virtures are disagreeable, while others with great vices are delightful. I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountains or in dale; Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
tbc....
pages in this journal awaits the expression of my desires. I will abandon myself. I dare.
I will allow only my Lord to posses my sacred lotus pond, and every night you can make blossom in me. The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you. Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me-- when memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs through the blood; when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again. You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you!
Soon she wont object to fingers that stray under her skirt-hem an finger at her lightly knotted waistband; when her eyes are dreamy and her breathing's harsh, send the servants away. Unless a woman has an amorous heart, she is a dull companion. Desire is poison. Only intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract, and then goes into it deserves all the consequences. I give myself sometimes admirable advice, but I am incapable of taking it.
Thou art to me a delicious torment. You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you, to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. Where's the man could ease a heart like a satin gown? Where passion is not found, no virtue ever dwelt.
My slender waist and thighs are exhausted and weak from a night of cloud dancing. Virtue has need of limits. Some people with great virtures are disagreeable, while others with great vices are delightful. I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountains or in dale; Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
tbc....