I think I was once
I think we were
Now that I have cooled to you
Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Carefully she opened her tunic with one hand and offered me her warm soft breasts as
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes,
Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times:
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl
in town. 1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body, a snake-like and fi
But the artist sat the nude model on the table and moved her legs apart. The girl hardly resisted and merely covered her face with her hands.
Amonova and St
Come to Sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster,
Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His
dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishe
[Rochester had to flee the court for several months
after handing this to the King by mistake.]
A tearful tincture washes
Cabbage-green skies;
And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom
Alas! if I think of her, my throat becomes dry, my hand falls back, my breasts harden and
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.
The city forms- often physically, but inevitably
Snakeskin jacket
Indian eyes
O my lover! I'm the parched earth awaiting a union with you
O my lover! Take me in your arms and let our breasts meet each other
So much forgotten already
So much forgotten
Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he's taken her home by now?),
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn;
Between your sheets you soundly sleep
Nor dreams of vigils that we lovers keep
by God, I don't know what to
do.
Why am I so frightened
To say I'm me
august 1968
e.cleveland ohio
But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant; I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.
by Ovid
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The Sun revolving on his axis turns,
And with creative fire intensely burns;
complaining all the time
like so many
or return my napkin, whose value
doesn’t disturb me, truly,
Jehovah buried,Satan dead,
do fearers worship Much and Quick;
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