Oct 18, 2004 05:06
For
tatian and
martylog What It Is
by Eric Freid
It is madness
says reason
It is what it is
Says love
It is unhappiness
says caution
It is nothing but pain
Says fear
It has no future
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ridiculous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
it is impossible
says experience
it is what it is
says love
poetry,
stuff i wish i had written
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What are you doing up this early, anyway?
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a combination of being sick and insomnia.
And you?
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Hmmm... I think I'll share one of mine, let me see if I can find one about Love.
Here, this one is about libido, which of course is a form of love:
Playful LIbido
by: Noa ImiLoa
let’s dance close
not a soul around
just you... and me
feel the music soothe
let the world fade away
this moment is ours
feel the palm of my hand
glide slowly up
the small of your back
pull you in close
feel our warm breaths
sink into hot skin
feel desire so thick
it cakes up the air
between where i stop
and you start
feel lips tickling lips
tips of tongue
softly tasting you
feel fingers flowing
tracing the creases
of under lacings
feel the promise
of pains so sweet
their aftermath tremor
all night until sleep
brings her blessed release
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I always wondered what it sounded in the original version. And I'm impressing myself by actually managing to understand the whole of the german sentence but I doubt my minimal knowledge would stretch to cover anything else.
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