#let me hear the last high noon ring

[nox-corvus]

Ugh therapy isnt enough, I need to ride my rotten world into the sun

[repulsiveliquidation]

Too Dangerous

Ona Batlle x Reader [SMUT! rough.] Mafia and Football, can the two worlds coexist?

two part series, part two is in the making.

i had to use the new gifs im sorry, they’re not mine!

//

“I expected it to be dropped off by noon today, Michael.”

“I-I was five minutes late! There was t-traffic!”

“That’s not my fucking problem. I said noon, I want fucking noon!!”

Your hand slaps across his face, eyes seething with anger. You chuckle darkly, your fist forming tight before you punch his face repeatedly. His face slices open from the ring you were wearing, you hold yourself back from leaving another bruising blow on his mangled face. You put your hand out and a wet towel slips into it which you use to wipe your knuckles off.

Your right-hand man, George checks his pulse, nodding at you.

“He’ll be alright.”

“Of course he will, I didn’t even hit him that hard.”

“What do you want me to do with him?”

“Send him home with another shipment for tomorrow and see if he’s learned his lesson.”

You turn on your heel and throw the towel somewhere. The mansion is big with four wings; the east wing is reserved for activities such as this. You’ve two bodyguards that follow you around everywhere, your head of security insists that you can never be too careful.

“Pat, James, give me a fucking minute to breathe yeah? I think I can handle any moron that tries to jump me in my own house.”

“Yes ma’am,” James says gruffly, walking away with Pat to hang out in the security room.

Stepping into the west atrium, you hear your favorite sound in the world. You hear your girlfriend laughing at something when you also hear the chef telling her one of his serially bad jokes.

“What’s brown and sticky?”

“What?”

“A stick!”

It’s a stupid joke but Ona is too nice not to laugh wholeheartedly at it. You walk in and she hears you, leaving the conversation to jump into your arms. It had been days since she last saw you, you were on a business trip and she had shoots to do after training.

“Hi baby girl,” you say, catching her when she jumps up into your arms.

“Hi…,” she whispers, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, darling. The boys pick you up on time?”

“Sí, they were waiting for me when I walked out and saw your text. I think Martin drove my car here for me too.”

“Good, I told him to. Are you hungry? Gio would be more than happy to whip something up for us. Approved from your diet of course.”

“Mm, I am a little hungry.” You gently put her down, she presses her lips to yours and controls a searing kiss for a while. Your hands find her small waist, pulling her into you before she pulls away.

“Okay, I’m not so hungry anymore.”

It's your turn to laugh, pecking her forehead.

“You’re something baby. Come on, let’s get you fed.”

Ona requests Spanish breakfast for dinner, and Gio goes a little crazy when fulfilling her request. There are plates upon plates of food, the smell making everyone’s stomachs growl with hunger. You sit at the head of the table, Ona deciding to scoot in and settle herself in your lap. Your hand slips around her hips as she leans back into your chest.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I have a concern, can we talk after dinner?”

She pulls back and looks down at you, eyes looking a little worried. You nod, rubbing the small of her back softly.

“Of course, baby. I’ll get a bottle of champagne chilled, we can relax by the pool and have a little swim, how’s that sound?”

"Suena perfecto, bebé.”

She looked a little more relieved then, she moved to get off your lap and into her usual chair on your right. You grasp her waist a little tighter as she tries to stand, whispering only to her.

“Stay.”

The voice used insinuates obedience, she nods and begins to pile her plate high. She digs in, feeding you off her plate.

“Gio, these tostadas are divine,” you say as Ona feeds you another bite.

“Gracias! My mother would kill me if she knew I was selling her sacred recipes online.”

“Oh, could you slip a Boërl in the chiller Gio? Ona and I want a bottle to have by the pool tonight.”

“Already have, madame, it’ll be ready when you are.”

“Perfect, feed the boys will you? Lord knows they’ll never let a speckle of your cooking go to waste,” you say, pushing your chair back and helping Ona to her feet before standing yourself. You take her hand and walk towards the bedroom, climbing the quartz stairs with a little pep in your step.

The entire dinner consisted of being one, fed by Ona, and two, wracking your brain as to why she wanted to talk to you about something that was concerning her. Was it the club, or did something happen? Was there someone bothering her at the facility, a stalker I needed to get rid of? Did she want to break up with you? You’ve been together for 4 years, maybe she was bored of all the secrecy and the vows of not making your work interfere with her life when you made a mistake when we started dating.

You called her over in the morning a year ago on her day off, forgetting that she was coming soon after. You had a money laundering prick who scammed little old ladies come in and you had to “deal with it,” she walked right into the east wing where a newbie security detail moronically brought her to me.

She stood and watched you break a man's ribs, and jaw, then proceeded to cut a few fingers off to find in a bucket of others to have sewn back on. Only when there was a loud gagging sound and a flash of brown hair did you realize who was watching.

She ran to the closest bathroom and threw up, yelling at you to go away. After coaxing her to open the door, she pushed herself as far as she could away from you; she was scared. You had never let her into this part of your work, scared for this very reason. She had seen a side of you that you kept well hidden, reserved for people who fucked with you. It took her days to even look at me, let alone be in the same room as you. You had made it crystal clear that what you did was not for her to know, but for her to enjoy the wealth that came with it. She had a vague idea, and was warned severely of the consequences, should she be inclined to speak to people who could end it all. But as time went on, you knew she was not one to betray you; she had turned into one of the most loyal people in my world, someone you would gladly lay you life down for.

“I’ve got you a present,” you say, pulling her into our bedroom.

“What is it this time? You spoil me way too much.”

“It’s not another car, I promise. It’s little, fitting for tonight.”

You pull out a brand-new swimsuit, one that leaves anyone who would see her in a minute jealous that she was all yours.

“Oh bebita, it’s gorgeous.”

“Put it on, I’ve been dreaming of you in it since I bought it.”

She hops into the bathroom to change, as you pull on a swimsuit yourself. It’s plain black, and if the night goes to plan, will end up next to a lawn chair in about 30 minutes.

She walks out shyly, hands behind her back, standing in all her muscular glory.

“Fuck, it is so much better than I imagined. C’mere.”

She timidly walks over, wrapping her arms around your neck. She leans in and kisses you, lips soft and tasted like cherry. You kissed back, humming softly into her mouth. She pulled away, hands softly stroking the back of your neck.

“I love you,” she whispers, “and thank you. It’s so pretty.”

“Just like you, my girl.”

She blushes again, grabbing your hand and running down to the pool outside. She lets go of your hand and dives in, coming up and swimming to the edge. She rests her arms on the side, taking the glass of champagne from you with a soft “thank you, amor.”

You sit by the edge, feet dipped into the cold water. Sipping on the expensive alcohol, she suddenly pushes herself out of the pool and sits beside you. Remembering why you were here in the first place, she finishes her glass and you immediately fill it up again. The bubbly wine gives her liquid courage, and she feels brave enough to admit her troubles and not let her brain convince her that she’s overreacting.

“I think someone’s been following me.”

You stop drinking, head slowly turning to look at her.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s been this car I’ve been seeing for weeks. At first, I thought it was just a new staff member or something but I saw it in the parking lot when I was grocery shopping the other night and I thought it was a new fan or something but now I think it’s someone because of you.”

“How long? Do not lie to me.”

“2 months.”

“Fucking hell Ona.”

Your brain immediately goes into protective mode, coming up with all the ways to find the fucker and cut him into a million pieces. You run your hand down your face.

“I want a detailed description for George tomorrow. I’ll increase your security, and put George on your team. You will not go anywhere without him, I will make sure you get to training and whatever on time. I’ll have a word with Jonatan too, see if my men can hang around to protect you and the girls if necessary until I fucking kill the bastard.”

“That’s too much baby,” she begins to negotiate but you stop her, hand raised in front of her face.

“No, not when it comes to you, darling. You only get the best, if the girls get to enjoy that too on my dime, so be it.”

She sets her glass to the side and surges forward, pressing her lips desperately on yours. You kiss back, cupping her face gently. Ona pulls away and grins, before slipping back into the pool. You’re about to jump in when she grabs your hands and pulls you in. You squeal in surprise, coming up with a cheeky grin on your face.

“You’re in big trouble, baby girl.”

“What if I want to be?” Oh, bold Ona. Very bold, my love.

“Then you won’t be opposed to being punished, hm?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You pulled me into the water, and you didn’t tell me about your stalker for two months. You’re lucky he didn’t do anything.”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be wrong.”

“I’m not mad, my love. I’m so proud of you for being brave and coming to me. Let me worry about it now, yeah?”

“Okay.”

You pull her in for a kiss, hands roaming her body. You won’t lie, the swimsuit she had on was a massive turn-on and if we weren’t about to fuck in the pool, you was sure as hell going to devour her before bed.

“You look way too fucking good in that two-piece not to be ravishingly worshipped, my darling.”

She blushes, kissing you hard. Ona pulls your hands around to her ass, which you squeeze hard and draw a deep moan from her. Your hands pull at her cheeks, fingers rubbing gently at her asshole and folds. You maneuver her around to the edge again, picking her up easily to sit. She leans back, as your fingers pull her bottoms to the side and bury your face in her folds. She’s soaking wet, arousal thick and delicious.

She whimpers for you, strong hands tangled in your wet locks. Your tongue darts into her, throwing her legs over your shoulders before pulling her closer to the edge. You're practically holding her hips up, lips suckling at her clit hard. Ona moans loudly, back arching off the ground.

“Please!” she moans, fingers tightening in your hair as her legs squeeze at your head deliciously. You slip two fingers into her, pumping in and out of her slick pussy hard. They press up into her sweet spot, fingertips rubbing circles over it to get her to come faster. She huffed and puffed, face contorting into all kinds of pleasure. She makes eye contact and cries out your name, coming hard and fast. Ona pants, licking her dry lips.

“A la mierda esto, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will die.”

“Picked out a new strap for you to be split open on, mi amor.”

//

“puta madre!”

“Yeah, this one’s pretty fuckin’ big huh?”

“Feels s-so good!”

Your hips pound into Ona, swimsuits abandoned at the foot of the bed. She’s on her front, trying her best to push her ass back on you as you fuck her from behind. She tries to keep up, knees buckling every time the new strap finds a new erogenous spot she never knew she had. It was significantly bigger than she had ever taken, with three prior orgasms and a fingering of a lifetime, she was finally open enough to take the head. Coming once again was the key to taking the whole thing, Ona looked absolutely wrecked when speared on it.

“You’re so fucking hot baby, taking my cock so well princess,” you cooed, hands turning her onto her back as your fingers rubbed her clit that you just spat on. She was sensitive beyond words, her speech slurred, and was barely babbling, hyper-focused on her pending sixth orgasm for the night.

“Are you gonna cum, my sweet?” you whispered into her ear, leaning over her as your hips did not slow down one bit. Hands pressed her legs wide open, harness dragging over her clit with each powerful thrust.

“Yes, yes!” she croaked out, head nodding hard and fast as she cried tears of frustration and sexual arousal.

You spat on her hot clit again, fingers rubbing messily at her folds as you sped up even more. She screamed, orgasm ripping through her hard. She was convulsing and begging for you to not stop, the aftershocks making her beg again, this time for you to stop.

You chuckle and do, pulling out and pulling the harness off. She tucked in your chest immediately, cradled, and kissed softly.

“You took that so well, darling.”

“Can we take a bath together please?”

You pick her up, heading into the huge en suite. She sits pretty on the counter, feet dangling as you start a hot bath. You help her in, climbing in behind her as she settles back against your chest. Her eyes close, pulling your arms around her middle. Your lips press against her shoulders, sucking softly at her skin. She hums, biting her lip gently.

“Can we do one more?” you ask her, grinning against her ear, hand already caressing the inside of her thighs.

“Amor…” she whines, body jolting in surprise when your fingers gently rub at her sore folds.

“Just one more baby girl, then we’ll go to bed.”

Your fingers, long and thick, fill her pussy with unsurprising ease. They drag slow and taut, mulling her pleasure like an aged wine. She whines, legs opening wider in the water as your fingers slip in deeper. She grasps your forearm, grinding carefully into your hand.

“Already so close, mi vida? I can feel you clenching around me hm?”

“You feel just…so full…”

“Come for me baby, you’ve done exceptionally all night, love.”

She comes with a cry of your name, going boneless in your arms. You finger her through the aftershocks, her whines dying in her throat.

All dried and tucked in bed, Ona suddenly presses herself up on top of you. She looks down with fear in her eyes.

“When you find him,” she takes a deep breath, “You’re not going to kill him are you?”

Your hands brush up on her thighs, thumbs softly rubbing her hips.

“It depends on what choice he gives me, darling. What I do with him is none of your concern.” Your tone is final, and she doesn’t argue, instead scooting down and resting her head on your chest.

"Buenas noches, mi amor".

“Good night, my beautiful girl.”

//

“I’ll see you at the game. You won’t be late, right?”

“No, my love. George will take you; I have some business to attend to first. I’ve also spoken to security at the stadium, my men are there as an extra precaution looking for the description you gave us. It’ll be a little stuffy for the girls, I apologize.”

“Can you come and explain the situation to the girls with me?” Ona asks with wide eyes, wrapping her arms around your neck. Your hands hold her hips, gently pulling her into yours.

“Of course, bebita. Anything you want.”

She walks out of the house with three more security guards than she’s used to, shoved into a huge van with tinted windows that she couldn’t even see out of and instructions to not engage with fans for today.

“But, they’re here to see us! I can’t just ignore them!” Ona argues, determined to put her foot down.

“I’m sorry ma’am, we have to be safe,” George informs her, looking back from the front seat.

“No, I will not do it. The fans have nothing to do with it, you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m calling Y/N,” she says firmly, dialing your number.

“Amor?”

“Missing me so soon, princesa?”

“Why am I not allowed to meet with the fans today?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Can you tell George that please?” 

She hands the phone over, deciphering the conversation you two were having, grinning when she heard she had her way.

He hands her phone back with a slightly annoyed look.

“No one gets a shirt signed until I’ve determined they don’t look funny.”

//

“Chicas! Why the hell are there so many men in suits outside?” Patri yells out as she enters the changing room. Most of the girls nodded and began to talk amongst themselves. Suddenly, the door is opened and you walk in, the door locking behind you.

“Hola girls, hi baby,” you announce, Ona running up to you for a hug and a kiss. You spin her around and put her down before you shrug your coat off.

You greet everyone else with hugs and kisses before Alexia pipes up and enquires about why you’re here.

“Board members don’t usually visit their teams before an easy game,” she questioned, hands on her hips dramatically.

You’ve owned a sizable chunk of Barcelona for years, something your father passed down to you along with his “business” when he died 7 years ago. It was how you met Ona, having been a close friend of Alexia’s when she introduced you two at a Spain international friendly when you had visited to see Alexia play. It was love at first sight, at least for you. No one could ever compare to her.

“Sorry girls, this one’s my doing. We have a situation, I’m handling it. It’ll be this way for a while until it’s resolved.”

“Is this about that guy that’s been hovering around the facility for weeks now?” Caro asks, and the whole team begins to nod.

“Is there something I’m missing here?”

You look at Ona, then at Alexia. Alexia opens her mouth to speak when Ona lifts her hand.

“All of us have been stalked bebé. It’s the same guy,” she says, some of the girls discussing his description, and it was becoming clear that it was the same guy that Ona was talking about.

Your eyes change and you run a hand down your face. Just as you’re about to call George, he does.

“Ma’am, I have the information you asked for.”

“I do too although I have a feeling you’re going to tell me something I already know, you go first.”

The girls listen in, the room is silent except for your voice and George’s muffled one.

“He’s more than just Ona’s stalker, he’s been following all the girls.”

“Well, it looks like we’re both on the same page.”

“How did you know to check?”

“A hunch. You better have more than that for me.”

//

El Clasico goes as smoothly as it could, with Barça getting an easy win over Real. You’re in the stands, phone pressed to your ear. Ona and Aitana walk over to sign autographs and such, you wave and go back to talking to George on the phone. Ona gets close enough to hear you, sighing when you move away and walk into the tunnel without her.

Aitana notices, asking her friend if everything is alright. Ona shrugs, signing another fan t-shirt.

“Something’s wrong, I can feel it.”

//

You’ve made your way into the changing room as the girls slowly filter in. You look at little angry but smile at Ona when she walks in with Aitana.

George continues on the phone.

“He’s got a few favorites. Besides Ona, he’s been frequenting Alexia, Aitana, Lucy, and, this one was a surprise, Ingrid.”

You pull your phone from your ear, looking at the girls whose names were listed.

“Ona, Ingrid, Alexia, Aitana and Lucy. With me.”

Mapi gives Ingrid a look but lets her go, the five girls following you out to an empty physio room. They’re silent, looking at each other with great concern.

You keep talking to George.

“What’s the plan, boss?”

“He isn’t here, is he?”

“No ma’am, we’ve searched every nook and cranny.”

“The house is the safest for them right now.”

“I agree.”

“I’ll call you back in a minute.”

Click.

“Do not panic,” you start, walking into the room towards the girls. “As George said earlier, he’s been stalking everyone. But he’s followed you five more.”

"¡Oh, Dios mío!"

“What the fuck?”

“What does that mean?”

“You four will stay with Ona and me until we find the bastard.”

//

“The maids have your rooms ready. You’ve each got your own, the kitchen is through there, the gym is beside the theater, we’re having dinner by the pool on your left and I wouldn’t go near the east wing if I were you.”

“Sí, gracias,” Alexia says, grabbing her bags and taking the closest room to her. The others follow while Ona sticks around.

“I’m worried for them, bebé.”

“I am too, they’ve just been put into a world that they did not sign up for and it’s all my fault.”

“It comes with the job, amor. These stalkers aren’t something new.”

“I know but, for him to be this close to home makes it a reality I am scared to face.”

She wraps her arms around your neck, caressing the soft hair on your nape. Ona leans in and kisses you chastely, thumbs rubbing your ears softly.

“I know you will do everything possible to keep us safe, bebita. We trust you.”

“Sí, we all do,” Aitana says softly and you both turn to look at her, surprised to see all of them standing there; you hadn’t heard them come in.

“We may not know what you do Y/N, but we know enough that nowhere else is safe but here.”

//

“We’ve got extra guys on the ground, I called in a favor from an old friend of mine and we’ve gotten access to all the camera footage in the stadium that Barcelona has refused to give me. If he’s here, we’ll find him.” You tell the team at training one day, fear of him getting bolder and bolder had spread to the whole team now. Everyone was on edge, scared to go home even; you had arranged for an Airbnb for the rest of the team with the highest security you could buy, even then it didn’t feel like it would be safe till the asshole was found.

A couple of weeks had gone by and every time we got close to catching him, he managed to slip away. It was getting increasingly frustrating, the girls were getting more and more anxious about him potentially getting away with it.

There was a cryptic note on our car last week after training, with pictures of Ona and Ingrid at the park with Zeus, my dog. The letter inside said, “I know your every move before you make it, give up your search and give her to me and maybe I’ll leave the rest alone.”

The picture showed Ona circled in red. There were also five bullets in the envelope; five bullets that belonged to your gun. You knew it did because a. they were a specific size handmade for you and b. your initials were stamped on each case, hidden within the shell upon further inspection.

“George, what the fuck, are you out of your mind?! We’re not using my girlfriend as bait!” You yell, slamming your hand into the table. George sighs, shaking his head.

“Boss, please-”

“We are NOT using her as bait, George!”

“Who?”

Both your heads whip towards the sound of the voice; Ona stands in the door frame of your office in the east wing. She’s not supposed to be here.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” George starts but you raise and hand and point at the door then at him.

“Out,” you tell him before looking at Ona, “Hello, love.”

She sighs and steps aside for George to leave; he closes the door behind him.

“George is right, you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I wanted to see you,” she reached out for your hand but she looked a little hesitant, “ever since you’ve been looking for this guy, you’ve been obsessed and so stressed. It’s wearing you out, bebita.”

“I have to find him, Ona. I have to protect you, protect the girls.”

“But you’ve been neglecting me.”

Her tone was sad and dejected, one that pained you to your core. You had been ignoring her, ignoring her needs. She was here and yet you were always in your office or out somewhere working. This guy had taken over your life for a while and you didn’t see the damage he was doing within.

[freyyzu]

MEMORIES OF YOU

in a timeline where your presence is lacking, they do everything to keep you beside them.

a/n; i really want to know what the brothers in our current timeline are doing. how are they holding up? sorry for another long post, i felt insane (m;_ _)m. a few of them got a bit out of hand compared to others.

Lucifer plays your voicemails on repeat.

there are times when the workload gets a little bit too much now. lucifer hadn't ever noticed how much he had relied on your presence to soothe him after a stressful day; the shoulder massages and brief kisses, the comforting words, the mere company of you beside him had begun to feel like second nature.

unfortunately, you're no longer here to provide that for him, and neither is he there with you to offer a guiding hand in whatever it is you might be going through right now. the thought that you could be in danger sends a dull ache to his head, and the thought that it could be him being the one harming you is enough for him to put down his pen. no more work will be getting done today.

in moments like these—and he hates to admit they've been frequent—lucifer reaches for his d.d.d. the device feels heavy in his hand, and he has to stop himself from trying to once again call you. instead, he goes for the next closest thing.

"lucifer!" your voice is bright and cheery, it rings out clearly enough that he almost believes you've teleported right next to him. the tension of his shoulders ease as you continue, "i'm really sorry for leaving early today, but i did make breakfast before i left!"

lucifer leans his back against his chair, chuckling at the flustered sound of your delivery. it sounds as if you were running while recording this.

"there should be enough for everyone plus seconds and uh..." he can hear the quiet mumbling of your counting. "tenths for beel! again, i'm really sorry for leaving without all of us getting to eat together. i accidentally left an unfinished project back in the classroom and—oh! there's RAD! i'll see you in a bit, lucifer. tell everyone i said good morning!"

the voice message ends with a click, and he feels like the weight of the entire world is once again stacked upon his shoulders. as it always does.

with anchored fingers, he goes to tap the next voicemail when a knock on his door stops that.

"i'm comin' in," the voice from the other side warns before opening the door. mammon steps inside with a single cup balanced on his hand and places it on lucifer's desk, sparing a glance at the papers strewn across its surface. "still working?"

"it's never really done," lucifer responds, taking a sip from the cup. his eyebrow raises at the flavor. "is this barbatos' tea?"

"not really." mammon reaches out to sort the files into a neater pile. "i asked him to teach me in exchange for helpin' with castle cleanup."

it's the second time today lucifer's shoulders relax. "thank you, mammon."

Mammon fills his room with trinkets.

it's hard to keep mammon from spending all his grimm without you there to stop him anymore. for a while, the habit had dampened with your absence, and his brothers had wondered if he would drop it all together until you were back. that thought lasted all but two weeks.

when he had started back up again it was his usual treks—gambling at the casino, buying luxury items he had no real need for, spending it on bets he was sure to lose—and then they shifted.

there's a pile of boxes and paper bags settled carefully inside the seats of his car—the safest area of his room. they range from big to small, all designed and painted with different colors and patterns. a few of the logos and brands repeat, and asmo is the first to take notice that they're all from the stores that you like to visit.

it's somewhere near high noon when mammon leaves the house of lamentation and late evening when he comes back home.

he lets out a silent thanks that his brothers aren't around right now. or maybe they've gotten used to his schedule for the past couple of days and have decided to give him the privacy he needs. whatever the case may be, he's grateful there's no one at the entrance to chide him again.

kicking the door closed with his foot, mammon does his best to not let the multiple shopping bags hanging on for dear life in his hands slip.

it's almost like clockwork, the way his feet leads him to your room first, as they always do. he spares only a moment to take a look around. many of the things he's bought have been tucked securely in his room, but there are times, like today, where he just wants to show them off.

"Didja know Beel keeps comin' in here to eat his snacks lately? I bought a candle to clear out the air." true to his word he pulls out a candle in an intricately designed glass jar, scented in your favorite fragrance.

though it doesn't stop there, and soon your entire table is filled to the brim with different items.

mammon takes a look at everything he's bought once before pulling out a lighter and flicks it on. a mild, familiar scent fills the air, and he hates to admit it's the most calm he's felt in weeks.

Leviathan can't stop updating you.

if there's one thing that hasn't changed, it's the frequency of your texts with levi—or more accurately, levi's texts with your d.d.d. even if it's for the most mundane thing, he doesn't hesitate to whip out the mobile device and let his fingers fly across the keypad.

no one tells him to put his phone down anymore during their meals together, and even the pit pat of the letters being pressed feels more like comforting ambient noise now. the new normal in lull of conversation topics.

sometimes, there's nothing for him to talk about. times where he doesn't leave his room, where he isn't playing a game, or watching a new anime, or reading the latest manga volume release despite the media being right at his fingertips. the house of lamentation feels like it becomes empty during those days, but he doesn't want to tell you that.

levi finds that his bathtub becomes more comforting as every day passes by. the small, slightly confined space that hugs at him from both sides feels reassuringly warm with the blankets and pillows he's stuffed in there.

still, even as he shifts into a more relaxing position, nothing beats the joy he feels tapping away at his d.d.d.

he hasn't left his room for the past five days for anything other than the usual family meals, and even the games that usually pull him in no longer grab his attention. the only thing that does is the device settled within his hands, the dim glow it admits being the only thing he can focus on.

[ have you eaten yet? if not you better get to it, beel's been clearing out the fridge so fast lately i don't even bother going to the kitchen anymore. it's straight to the store for me LOL. ]

[ there's a new anime that's releasing soon. it's based off a manga about two twins that fall from the sky and end up saving the nation that raises them. i hear it's a real tear-jerker! i'll wait until you get back though so we can watch it together. ]

eventually, even levi runs out of things to talk about, and so he reluctantly marks the end of the the conversation with a goodbye.

[ talk to you soon, i'm going to pass out. sleep well when you do! ]

he does his best to ignore the fact that the messages aren't sending.

Satan sees your name in every word.

in the beginning, satan goes through every tome within every library the devildom has to offer. there must be a way to get you back from where you've disappeared to. and while he trusts solomon to keep you safe, he wants nothing more than to be there to guarantee that safety, or better yet—not have you disappear at all.

still, after turning every archive upside-down and over, satan resigns that there's nothing more he can do but to trust the sorcerer. but he can't; the thoughts of his years right after the celestial war ended haunt him and he fears that if anyone was to jeopardize your safety the most, it would be him.

and so he throws himself into his pastime. yet even then, his eyes can only skim the pages, the words nary processing in his mind. how could they, when every term, every phrase reminds him of you?

satan's hope of losing himself within the world of a story doesn't go as planned. it hasn't been going as planned for the past couple weeks.

the spine of a book cracks open, and the coffee-stained colored pages are flipped. his finger slides over the finely inked words, and then pause just minutes in when he realizes he hasn't retained a single thing he read.

rinse and repeat, the same old pattern.

frustrated, he snaps the cover closed, the force of his action loud enough to be heard by anyone who would pass by his door.

the protagonist of the book he had picked up was described as kind and forgiving. they would brighten up every room they entered and had as much fear in their body as they had caution—which was little to none. they face many trials to bring happiness to those they love all without a care for their own well-being. satan sighs, curling in on himself from his seated position.

a strained laugh nearly leaves his throat, but he holds back. of course he would gravitate towards this book with a description like that.

with a heavy heart it tucks it back ontop of the pile of other unfinished tomes—the height of it becoming increasingly worrying—and hopes that the ending is a happy one.

Asmodeus can't stop talking about you.

without your presence, asmo delves himself deep into his social circles. it takes his mind off of how concerned he is about your well-being; he doesn't need to keep himself awake thinking on how much he misses you or how you might be missing him and the rest of his brothers.

well, at least he thinks he's taking his mind off of things. it's hard for anyone to put a word in once asmo starts opening his mouth, especially when the only thing that leaves from his parted lips every other sentence is your name.

if it wasn't evident in his conversations then it's evident in the way his shampoo has been swapped out for a fragrance you had always been more privy to, or the way his style has slightly shifted towards what style you like to wear. he picks up your habits like it's his own even if he doesn't notice it.

"oh, you'll never believe what they did next!" asmo laughs, his sing-song voice ringing above even the loud blasting of music from the party speakers.

one of the demons closest to him leans in closer, a sparkle in her eyes as she continues listening to his story. a story that he's been telling for the past two hours since they sat down. "what happens next?" she pries, genuinely curious.

the stories continue on for the rest of the night, until the music dies down and the crowd thins out. the female demon is still by asmo's side, a yawn leaves her lips and he mimics the notion.

asmo blinks, eyes trailing to the watch she wears loosely around her wrist. "oh! i didn't realize it was so late, sorry to keep you here for so long."

"not at all!" she smiles, waving her hand. "thank you for telling me such interesting stories! it's the most fun i've had this week. it's obvious you must care for this person a lot."

it's only when she says that does asmo realize you were the only topic of his conversation this entire night. a smile creeps to his lips before he can help it. it's the first time in a long while that he's thought of you without fearing about how you might be doing.

because it's you. and you're always getting out of every situation the world throws you in.

Beelzebub gravitates towards the food you eat.

alongside belphie, beel—like everyone else—makes regular visits to your room. it becomes his primary hangout spot now outside of his own shared bedroom and so the snack stash that you usually keep in a drawer under your desk has recently expanded.

it practically bursts at some points from how much he tries to stuff in there on some days, but it's always empty again by the end of the week. sometimes he finds items that he didn't buy settled on the top of the rest snacks, though they always seem to be foods that you enjoyed nibbling on.

he misses the food that you used to cook for everyone at the house of lamentation, and no matter how good simeon's cooking might be, it just isn't the same. still, he does his best to replicate it sometimes. maybe by the time you get back he can surprise you with a home-cooked meal... if he doesn't eat it first.

it's usually mammon or asmo that walks through the doors with half a dozen bags grasped in white knuckled grips, not beel, but here he is. in contrast to his older brothers, though, beels bags aren't filled with clothing or make-up, but food.

"are you sure you don't need help with that?" belphie asks, a little more than concerned at how even with how wide the doors are to the house of lamentation he was barely able to fit through the opening.

"it's fine," beel shakes his head. "this is nothing."

they make their trek to the kitchen with little difficulty. as beel said, those bags really did feel like they weighed nothing. "what do you think we should try making?"

"hmm," beel looks over their ingredients. they hadn't really thought that far ahead. whatever was on sale, they bought. "how about shadow pork ragu pasta?"

thankfully, with belphie's ability to keep himself conscious, he helps beel from continuously 'taste testing' their creation. it goes well until they're half-way through and the door opens, a head of blonde hair popping inside.

"i thought i smelled something here, what are you two doing? it's not your turn tonight for dinner duty." one look at the dish they're making though and satan gives a nod of understanding. it's the dish you had made for belphegor some time ago. "need some help?"

satan's help is very much needed as belphie was on his last winks and that meant there would be no one to keep beel in check either. by the time the pasta was finished there's five-too-many more servings than intended on the counter and four more demons surrounding it.

seems like they won't be having dinner in the dining hall today.

Belphegor takes your room as his own.

there's no other room in the house of lamentation that's as comforting as yours—that's simply a unanimous fact. and with the absence of your presence now, it's also the only place belphie can go to feel the closest to you.

he spends more time in your room now than he does in his shared room with beel and the attic combined. there are days where mammon sneaks inside during the night only to already find the twins loitering around, laying on your bed or sitting at the table having a snack (or at least, beel's definition of a snack).

while belphie admits he likes the time he spends in your room alone, he feels more at peace when his brothers decide to join as well, uninvited or not. it makes the days feel like they've gone back to normalcy, when you're still here and they can just relax in each other's company.

"mammon stop clinging to me, dammit! you're the one who wanted to watch a horror movie!" levi pulls away from his older brother as much as possible, holding a container of popcorn above his head to prevent it from spilling all over the floor and dirtying your carpet.

satan's groans are louder than any of their yelling, "quiet down! i can't focus on what the characters are saying! and beel your chewing too loud!"

"sorry," comes the prompt reply followed by even more chewing.

asmo leans his back on the bed frame, head tilting to the side in order to get a better view of belphie's face under the dim light of the monitor. "having fun?"

"what do you think?" he groans, pushing his head further into your pillow.

and while belphie can't see the expression asmo makes, he has a good prediction that he's grinning. "i think you're having fun. after all, you haven't kicked any of us out yet."

"it's not my room," he replies.

"but you know everyone would gladly leave if it meant you felt more comfortable."

the youngest brother turns his back. "you guys are too loud, i'm going to sleep."

"yes, yes, sleep well, belphie," asmo quips. "have nice dreams."

and he does.

even over the loud noises of his brothers yelling and the muffled sounds coming from the speakers of the tv, belphie finds that he hasn't fallen into a sleep this deep since you disappeared. and while morning comes eventually, he treasures the dream with you in it for as long as he can.

[daddy-dins-girl]

Playdate - Chapter Six

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 8.1k

Chapter 6 Summary: Just as your husband promised, your birthday is far from over with yet...

Notes: This chapter is a direct continuation of Chapter 5. It was a lot of fun to write because there's just so much like domestic fluff and playfulness in this chapter between these 3 (and yes, smut, duh!). And for all of you who voiced your opinions last time that you want more contact between Marcus and Dave, I HEARD YOU lol. There's a little bit in here, with more on the horizon for the near future. I GOTCHU ;)

Chapter Warnings (minor spoilers in the tags...): 18+ MDNI. F/M/M threesome. Fluff (who'd have thought I'd ever be adding that tag into this series?). Body painting (aka unlawful use of cupcake frosting... don't worry, Dave and Marcus are good boys who clean up their mess... sorry not sorry). Oral sex (m and f receiving). Unprotected P in V. Rough P in V. Voyeurism. Cuckolding. Daddy Kink (spoiler alert: Reader isn't the only one with a Daddy anymore!). Degradation kink. Use of 'traffic light system'. Dom!Dave York. Sub!Reader. Sub!Marcus Pike. Praise kink. Anal play/Rimming (f receiving). Breath play. Accidental feelings had everywhere (whoops).

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When you’re finally pulled from your slumber you’re a little disoriented and delightfully sore. The sun beaming in through the drawn-open curtains doesn’t give you much grasp of what time of day it is so when you slowly blink your eyes open and your bleary gaze lands on Marcus who’s resting up on his elbow at your side you manage to rasp out a quiet “mmm, what time is it baby?”

Marcus lets out a little chuckle before he leans forward and kisses the tip of your nose. “almost noon” he tells you and you swear your jaw hits the floor. You weren’t one to sleep in that late, like ever. Apparently your boys really did wear you out last night. And to be fair, you’re pretty sure it was the middle of the night before any of you got to sleep. You audibly groan and let your head fall back into the pillows, hands coming up to cover your face.

“Well well, look who’s up” You hear Dave’s voice ring out in the room and uncover your face and push yourself up on your elbows to see Dave wandering into the bedroom juggling 3 takeout Starbucks cups in his grasp, presumably from the hotel lobby downstairs. He’s dressed very casually, for Dave, wearing a pair of loose fitting black athletic shorts and light gray t-shirt that hugs his chest and biceps just right. Frankly, he looks amazing and you do your best not to be caught staring too long.

“It’s your guys’ fault” you grumble, sounding unconvincingly annoyed. “Put me in a sex coma” you add and Marcus throws his head back in laughter.

“Yeah and the ‘more, please, don’t stop’ really was meant to deter us, right?” Dave jokes, adding a high pitched lilt to his voice when he mocks your own.

“If I had something to throw at you right now…” you jokingly threat but Dave just raises a singular eyebrow at you.

“Wanna try that again, Sweetheart? Thought we taught you a pretty good lesson last night what happens to naughty girls” he says cooly as he reaches the side of the bed and sets all the coffee cups down on the nightstand.

You let out a defeated sigh. As fun as last night was, you’d prefer to have control over all your senses next time. You’ve literally just woken up and already you can’t wait to get your hands all over both of them.

Dave smirks at his easy triumph. “That’s what I thought, now drink up” he says before handing you one of the cups.

You turn the cup to look over the label and surprise etches at your features when you realize that Dave has gotten your coffee order right exactly, down to every last espresso and flavour shot.

“How’d you know my coffee order?”

“I’m observant” Dave shrugs non-committedly.

“So my husband told you?”

“Ok, well I’m also good at writing things down that are told to me in specific details then” he jokes and you nod your head. That sounded more like it.

The three of you lounge around the bedroom for a short while, drinking your beverages. Dave is sitting comfortably in the armchair in the corner while you and Marcus lay in bed, backs up against the headboard and your head occasionally leaning over to rest on his shoulder and a smile spreading across your lips when he turns just enough to press a kiss to your forehead. It’s odd how comfortable you feel in this little domestic bubble of bliss with the three of you all together, never having spent an entire night together before. You’re completely naked still from last night (albeit a sheet is securely tucked under your arms to protect whatever may be left of your modesty) and Marcus lies next to you overtop of the bed covers in only his boxer briefs. You safely assume the only reason Dave is even dressed is because he had to go downstairs to get the coffee.You can barely remember back when you used to be so nervous around Dave and now he seemingly fits right into a lazy morning with you and your husband.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I need sustenance” Marcus eventually voices, setting his coffee cup down on the nightstand and stretching his arms over his head.

“Oh shoot, and we probably missed check out!” You suddenly realize, just now remembering what time it was.

“Mmmm, still got about… twenty two hours by my count” Dave shrugs, looking down at his watch.

“Wait…” your brain tries to catch up for a moment. “Are we booked for two nights?!”

“I told you last night we were just getting started” Marcus laughs, leaning in to playfully nibble at your neck. “Oh! Almost forgot!” He suddenly jumps out of the bed and wanders out of the room, leaving you to share a confused glance with Dave who just shrugs his shoulders.

You don’t have to wonder for long what he’s up to because a moment later Marcus wanders back into the bedroom holding a small white cardboard box in his hands.

“Close your eyes” he instructs and you’re hesitant but do as you're told.

“What are you up to, husband?” You ask, a curious grin spread across your lips. You’re waiting for a few moments until you feel him settle back in beside you, rustle around for a moment and then he tells you to open your eyes.

“Happy Birthday Baby” your husband grins at you, a cupcake extended towards you in his hands with a single lit candle in the centre of it.

He’s too adorable.

“Marcus,” you sigh at the thoughtfulness but don’t get any other words out before he speaks up again.

“Make a wish”

“And what if what I wished for already came true?” You ask cheekily and Marcus lets out a little laugh, shaking his head before his gaze lands on you again.

“Then I guess, wish for it to stay true” he shrugs simply.

You hum your agreement before leaning in slightly and with a single huff of breath, the flame disappears.

“Is that your idea of sustenance by the way? Because I’m going to need real food if I’m going to be here for another day with the two of you” You comment, eyes darting between Marcus at your side and Dave who is now pushing himself up from the chair across the room.

“Just an appetizer” Marcus shrugs. “Something to tide us over until we get some room service”

“Um what do you mean us, I think this is my cupcake. It’s my birthday” you giggle teasingly just as the bed on your opposite side dips under Dave’s weight.

“Good girls share, I think. Isn’t that right Pike?” Dave pipes up, settling in on his side next to you, resting up on his elbow.

“He’s right honey,” Marcus agrees before he plucks the candle from the small dessert and tosses it on the nightstand.

It’s Dave who acts first, then. He dips his pointer finger right into the big dollop of icing on top, scooping a small amount up before bringing it to your lips. They instinctively part, allowing his digit to slip inside and your eyes close and a small moan escapes you as you suck it clean.

“Well? How is it?” Dave asks, voice low as he pulls his finger from your mouth and brings it to his own, sucking off whatever you left behind.

“Decadent” you tease, eyes playfully rolling back in your head.

“Hmm, let me try” Marcus pipes up next, taking his own finger full of the rich frosting before he tugs down the sheet covering you and smears it across your now exposed nipple, leaning down and laving over it with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth.

This time it’s you who moans rather than the person indulging in the sweet treat.

Dave copies Marcus, just with the opposite breast and soon Marcus is shoving down the rest of the bedding currently bunched up at your hips before he gently pulls your body downwards so you’re lying flat on your back.

Fuck.

They both take turns essentially painting your body with the frosting and licking it clean. Marcus goes back to focusing on your upper body, your breasts and throat while Dave shimmies lower, starting at your stomach and continuing downward.

“Fuck” you groan when Dave’s fingers coated in frosting sweeps through your folds, only to immediately be followed by long strokes of his tongue. He hums into your cunt, tastebuds alighted by a mixture of the sweet icing combined with your own sticky arousal. Marcus chuckles against your throat as your body gently writhes, knowing full well what Dave is doing without even having to pass a glance in his direction. Hunger forgotten, Marcus tosses what was left of the cupcake (which was mainly just the actual cake portion by now) over his shoulder, carelessly letting it fall to the floor beside the bed before his mouth latches to yours, muffling your moans and whimpers.

“Fucking sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted baby” Dave practically growls into your core before he pushes away just long enough to fully rid you of the blanket and spread your legs wide so he can settle between them and get comfortable. He plans on staying a while.

Dave licks and sucks and nibbles and mouths at you like he truly is devouring a meal. A man starved would be an understatement of monumental proportions.

Your hips cant off the mattress and your left hand goes to hold onto his head as he slides a single digit inside of you and curls it just right, hitting that spot with practiced precision as if he’d dedicated it to memory.

“Fuck, tell me how good it feels” Marcus breathes hot into your ear, hand coming down to lazily tug at his already hard cock nestled in his boxer briefs.

“Oh my good, feels so fucking good baby” you whine in response, arching off the bed again before Dave’s free arm comes up to drape across your waist, holding you still.

“Wish you could feel how fucking good this tongue is” you blurt out unexpectedly, even to yourself. You were just too riled up to have any sort of filter and before you realize you’d said the words out loud, it was too late, they were out there.

You hadn’t yet candidly voiced to either of them that you wouldn’t mind the two of them getting closer when you all were together and maybe the words you just spoke weren’t explicitly stating that either but was certainly casually implied.Truthfully you know it would be beyond hot and turn you on but none of you had really discussed it before, though you were somewhat hoping it might progress that way naturally. You’ve debated bringing the topic up with Marcus when the two of you are alone. You’ve sort of danced around it a bit with him in the past and he seemed into it, or at the very least, not against it. Dave was more of a mystery but you sort of got the feeling that as long as he was in control, he might not mind so much either.

“Fuck” Marcus groans, unceremoniously shoving his boxers down to his thighs so he has unrestricted access to his leaking and throbbing cock.

The fact that neither of them didn’t immediately get turned off and pull away from you is enough to send you writhing again under Dave’s ministrations. Your lust-fueled gaze turns to your husband whose eyes are darting between yours and what’s happening between your legs. He looks close, you see it in his eyes and you gather enough faculties to reach your free hand down to replace his, wrapping around his warm, hard length as you begin pumping him.

With his hand now free Marcus surprises you by bringing it on top of your left on Dave’s head and the lover between your legs groans into you when he feels the pressure of both of your hands urging his actions.

“Oh my fuck,” you whimper, hand pulling away to just leave Marcus’ and you try and pull your head up enough to see him push his fingers through Dave’s dark chocolate locks before he grasps the short strands, Dave all the while groaning his approval into your now throbbing cunt.

“Oh shit, fuck!” Marcus moans just as he spills over your hand and onto his own abdomen. Sated, he flops down on his back but keeps his hand at Dave’s head, however gently just pushing through his hair now and smoothing over his head.

“Oh my god, Dave, please” you whine. He’s been edging you for what seems like forever. Knowing all the right places to test and tease you until you’re left teetering dangerously close to that edge, desperate to be bowled over it.

With a growl, Dave releases you. His mouth and fingers leave you and you’re about to whine in protest before he gets up to his knees, hauls you further down the bed and shoves his shorts and boxers down, freeing his painfully hard erection. Marcus’ hand falls away in all the commotion and he pushes himself up enough to rest against the headboard, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock as he watches the two of you.

“Come here” Dave groans, grabbing both of your ankles and putting them up on his shoulders before he guides himself to your entrances and pushes inside, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust. He grabs a nearby pillow, shoving it under your hips and you let out a low moan at the new angle he hits when he pulls back just slightly before bottoming out again.

“God damn baby, you’re close. Strangling my cock aren’t you?”

“Fuck, yes, I’m so close. Shit” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you feel that all too familiar heat traveling at an alarming rate right between your legs as Dave begins to rock in and out of you, setting a hard and fast pace nearly immediately.

“That’s it, come on my cock pretty girl, let me see it” he urges you after a few moments, watching your eyes practically roll back into your head as his own thrusts begin to become desperate and sloppy. Sensing his own urgency, Dave acts quickly by wetting his thumb with his saliva before bringing it down to press into your needy clit, rubbing tight frantic circles around it until you cry out for him.

“Fuck, Dave, I’m coming. Fuck!” Your walls clamp down and your cunt spasms around Dave’s cock so intensely he barely has time to pull out and give himself two quick tugs before he’s spurting hot white ropes of his own release all over your mound.

“Shit… that… close. Shit” Dave repeats, breaths coming out in heavy pants as he remains kneeled in front of you. He takes a few moments to himself before he gently eases your legs off of his shoulders and back down to the bed, pulling the pillow out from under you as well so you’re more comfortable.

The three of you remain there, breathing heavily and covered in a mixture of bodily fluids and cupcake frosting, the insanity of it all not lost on any of you, before Marcus finally pipes up and speaks for all of you.

“So… room service?”

Dave had offered to order the food if you and Marcus wanted to go use the shower first. Lord knows all three of you needed a good washing up after the last sixteen hours or so that you’d spent together but of the three of you, Dave was currently the only one who didn’t currently have semen drying on his skin so he figured the gentlemanly thing to do was to let you two at it first.

You and Marcus kiss occasionally under the hot spray while you get cleaned up but aside from that the shower is pretty tame. For one you’re still spent and sensitive from earlier, and for two you don’t want to keep Dave waiting. When you get out and begin drying off Marcus seems a bit off, like he’s pre-occupied and you briefly wonder if you’d freaked him out with what happened earlier.

“You ok?” You ask, light chuckle in your tone as your hand lands on Marcus’ shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yeah just a little tired still maybe. Need to eat something I think” he shrugs and you accept his answer for what it is. He gives you his famous beaming smile just to assure you he’s fine and leans in to place another quick kiss to your lips. He hands you a hotel-issued robe that was hanging on one of the hooks before securing his own around his body and then reaches for your hand once you’ve got yours on “C’mon, lets go.”

Dave takes the opportunity for the now unoccupied shower and excuses himself while you and Marcus wait for the food. You pass the time by straightening all the linens back onto the bed and making it properly again and picking up all the discarded clothing from the night before, folding everything neatly and draping it over chairs. Clearly it was the furthest thing from anyone's mind last night but in the harsh light of day you can see what a disaster you’ve actually made of this room.

Once everything looks mostly put back together you and Marcus cuddle up on the sofa together. You’ve barely sat down and just gotten comfortable snuggled into Marcus’ side when there’s a knock at the door and you audibly groan. Marcus lets out a little laugh at your displeasure but then calls out so the server on the other side of the door can hear him.

“Come in”

The hotel employee uses their access card to unlock the door and walks in backwards through the door, pulling a serving trolley with them filled with covered silver dishes.

“Ah so this must be our happy couple” he says conversationally as he turns into the living room and nods in greeting to you and Marcus. “How are you enjoying our Honeymoon Suite?”

“Oh, everything is beautiful, thank you” you reply, warm smile on your lips.

“Glad to hear it Mrs. Pike” he responds courteously before he goes to setting out the dishes on the large coffee table in front of you.

“Is that the food, I’m starving. You two wore me out” Dave bellows, walking into the living room from the bathroom, towel hung low on his hips and otherwise naked.

“Um, well,” the poor unsuspecting server nervously clears his throat as his eyes dart around the room to three very nearly naked people. His cheeks go beat red and you have to shove your face into Marcus’ shoulder to hide your own embarrassment. “Please um, enjoy your lunch and en-enjoy your stay” he stutters, hastily pulling the covers off all the plates before placing them back onto his cart and hurrying out of the room.

“Better give him a good tip later” Dave mutters, unphased and not even remotely embarrassed. “I think he just had a stroke”

You were momentarily horrified but the moment Dave cracks a joke you and Marcus are both in a fit of laughter before you pick up a french fry and throw it at Dave’s head.

Once your bellies are full the three of you lounge around for a short while, allowing your food to settle until finally you can’t wait any longer for something you’ve looked forward to since you got here. You stretch your arms above your head and then push yourself up from the sofa, using the strong shoulders sitting on either side of you to launch yourself up.

“Well I don’t know about you two, but I am not about to let that gorgeous bathtub go to waste” you announce, making your way over to the open doorway and leaning against it, looking back at the two men still planted on the sofa.

“Is that an invitation sweetheart?” Dave asks.

“It’s whatever you want it to be” you respond, coy smile on your lips before you pull at the sash of your robe, let it fall down your shoulders and off your body and toss it at the two of them.

Neither of them waste any time scrambling off the couch to get to you. You’re in a fit of giggles before you admonish them both and tell them to get the bath ready.

Marcus fills the tub, adding some of the scented aromatherapy oils sitting on the large ledge that runs all the way around the square shaped tub while Dave fixes drinks for the three of you from the minibar and within minutes you’re practically melting into the perfectly tempered water next to Marcus. Dave flicks a switch on the wall that brings the jets to life before settling across the tub from you both on the opposite side.

The whirlpool jacuzzi is enormous, nearly the size of your hot tub that you and Marcus have at home, just not as deep, and easily big enough for the three of you to relax in. The scent of lavender fills the mostly darkened room, the only source of light is dimmed to its lowest setting and you had closed the double doors behind you to not allow any other source of light into the room.

“This is perfect” you sigh dreamily, letting your eyelids flutter close and snuggling a little further into Marcus who has his arm secured around your waist, fingers drawing little imaginary lines up and down your side. He turns his face towards you to press his lips to your forehead and then they trail down to your closed eyelids, your nose, the corner of your mouth and finally your lips where he latches on and kisses you soundly, mouth opening so his tongue can part your lips and meld with yours. You moan into the soft kiss, hand coming up to caress his neck and nearly letting yourself get lost in it until your manners catch up to you and your hand leaves Marcus to reach out blindly across the tub to your third, very observant, party. Dave chuckles low in his throat but takes your offered hand and pushes himself forward, small waves lapping around as he crosses the tub to reach your opposite side. Marcus releases you and gently with a hand under your chin turns your head to Dave and you take the invitation for what it is and press closer into Dave, your lips meeting his in an unhurried kiss. You spend the next several minutes just kissing, your mouth alternating sides to both men showing them equal attention. Hands wander somewhat lazily but for the most part it stays pretty tame for all three of you, just relaxing and enjoying being intimately close to both of them is a truly beautiful feeling you quickly discover and find yourself not wanting it to end. However, as things tend to do, the wandering touches and tongues tend to get a little heated and soon Marcus is murmuring against your lips, asking if you want to take this elsewhere and, oh god do you.

Dave steps out first, quickly toweling off before holding it open for you to step into. You take his offered hand as he helps you out of the tub and wraps the towel around your shoulders. Marcus climbs out just behind you and you giggle at the playfulness when Dave lightly snaps a second towel at Marcus, hitting him in the hip with it like they’re a couple of high-schoolers in the locker room after gym class. Marcus jumps slightly but is laughing as well as he yanks the towel from Dave’s grasp and secures it low on his hips.

“Bed, now” Dave rasps low against your ear as he leans down towards you and you certainly don’t need telling twice. You unwrap the towel from around your chest and let it drop to the floor before taking one of each of their hands and leading them out of the bathroom, through the living room and back into the bedroom.

You stop near the foot of the bed, an idea coming over you that has your cheeks rising in temperature. Dave and Marcus both stop on either side of you and then you gently sink to your knees between them on the plush carpeting.

“Shit” Marcus breathes, hand immediately going to pull the towel free from his body so it falls to the floor. He sucks in a breath and then pushes a hand through his hair before his gaze settles back on you, on your knees, two very interested cocks hanging just inches from your face.

You turn your head towards Dave first, head tilting up towards him as you dutifully open your mouth, bat your eyelashes at him and wait. The smirk that crosses his features actually causes you to have to clench your thighs together momentarily as you feel the wetness beginning to seep out of you.

“That’s our good girl” Dave praises before roughly grabbing the underside of your chin, leaning down and spitting right into your mouth.

The moment his saliva hits your tongue you turn again, your mouth immediately enveloping Marcus who’s already near fully hard just from the bathtub and what had transpired in the last thirty seconds or so. You’ll never tire of how turned on your husband gets with you.

Your right hand comes up to tease Dave, inching up his thigh, rubbing across the lowest part of his abdomen and eventually fingertips dancing along his cock as you continue to take Marcus down your throat, smearing yours and Dave’s saliva all over him as you sloppily blow him.

“Oh fuck,” Marcus whines, hand coming down to run through your hair. You look up at him, eyes wide and the best smile you can manage while he’s halfway down your throat and after a few more bobs of your head you pull off of him, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“Come here” he groans, surprising you in the best possible way as he mirrors Dave’s earlier actions, forcing your mouth open with the grip he holds on your chin and you hold your tongue out until he spits directly onto it. He turns your face away from him by the force of his hand on your chin and pushes you towards Dave who you greedily take into your mouth next, taking him as far as you comfortably can and then swallowing down and repeating the action.

“Fuck sweetheart, god damnit” Dave curses, head tilting back as he closes his eyes and you feel him pulse and swell inside your mouth as he quickly hardens to full mast.

You moan against his length, licking and sucking and swallowing before you turn your attention back over to Marcus and do the same, your hand now giving Dave the attention that your mouth can’t.

You go down on them for as long as either of them can stand it, which is only a couple of minutes before they’re both hauling you up, each with a hand under one of your arms and bringing you to your feet.

Dave lightly shoves at Marcus’ shoulder, forcing him to the bed and he quickly obliges, scrambling up the mattress before lying flat on his back, leaving you to stand at the end of the bed with Dave still at your side.

“Ride him baby” Dave instructions with a nod of his head gesturing at your husband. A smile crosses your lips and you climb onto the bed, straddling over his hips and getting ready to situate yourself on his cock.

“Other way. Face me” Dave demands and you look back to see him dragging the arm chair to the end of the bed where he takes a seat and lazily begins stroking himself.

You do as you're told, turning around until your back is to Marcus and your gaze settles on Dave. Marcus helps maneuver you just right into the reverse cowgirl position, lifting your hips and aligning himself at your entrance before you slowly sink down, eyes closing of their own omission and a soft moan leaving your lips.

“Eyes on me” Dave barks, snapping his fingers at you to command your attention. He smirks and rewards you with a muttered ‘good girl’ when your eyes immediately snap open and focus on him.

You start slow. Easing yourself up and down on top of Marcus, his strong hands on your hips guiding your movements but his body otherwise remaining still, letting you take all you need from him first, and you do. Before long you begin to grind down against him, working up the friction that sends tingles all the way down your spine and soon you’re throwing your head back, lost to the all-consuming lust as you feel your first orgasm quickly approaching. Marcus notices your stuttered movements and takes his queue to begin lifting his hips, fucking up into you from where he lay underneath you on the mattress. His hips snap hard and fast, grip on your waist getting tighter as he forces you downwards with each of his upwards thrusts and the loud, wanton moans and string of curse words that leave your mouth bounce off every wall of the room as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Oh my god, baby, holy fuck!” you cry out, eyes slamming shut as Marcus continues to drill into you. He’s relentless in his thrusts and you can tell by the heavy breathing from behind you that he’s exerting himself.

“Oh I’m gonna cum!” You warn, knuckles turning white where they hold on for dear life as Marcus fucks harder and faster into you.

“Yeah? Fuck. Let go honey” Marcus encourages, his breaths ragged and short, grip on your hips near bruising as he pushes himself to near exhaustion to bring you to your completion and it doesn’t take long. A few more perfectly timed pumps of his hips slamming into you and you’re gone, your orgasm crashing into you like a freight train that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids from how tightly you’ve got them screwed shut. Marcus doesn’t let up either. He keeps up his pace as your walls clench and contract around him, paying attention to each of your little cries and whines until he knows you’ve reached that delicate line between pleasure and overstimulation and only then does he finally begin to slow, hands still guiding your hips as he reduces his pace to long drawn out slides of his still hard cock in and out of your wet heat. You’re trembling above him, thankful for Marcus’ hands on your body to help keep you upright as you float back down to earth. Eventually his thrusts stop entirely and he just holds you still there, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay so he can go another round with you and thankfully for him Dave gives him the reprieve he needs as he kneels onto the bed in front of you, forces your gaze to his with a firm grip of his hand around your jaw.

“That was a good one wasn’t it Sweetheart?” Dave asks, though the completely fucked out expression on your face gives him all the answer he needs and he chuckles.

“Yeah it was,” he answers for you. “Saw you cream all over his cock from halfway across the room” he laughs.

“Now,” he sighs, eyes scanning down your body to where you’re still firmly seated on your husband. His free hand comes down and firmly pinches your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugs hard, eliciting a little yelp from you as you’re forced forward towards him. His lips at your ear, he takes the lobe and grazes his teeth against it before he breathes into it “be the good little cock slut that you are and clean up your mess”

You whimper your compliance, gently nodding your head as you push yourself up and off of Marcus, whining at the slow drag of his cock against your walls until you’re fully off of him and flip yourself over once Dave has released you from his grasp. Before you pull yourself away however Marcus wraps a hand around your bicep and tugs you forward, kissing you soundly for several long moments until you both need to pull away to catch your breaths.

“I love you” he whispers softly against your lips, the words loud enough for only you to catch them. You say them right back and press a quick peck to his lips again before you begin to crawl backwards down the bed until you’re on hands and knees, face hovering just above his raging need for you.

A sharp smack reverberates off all four walls of the otherwise silent bedroom as Dave’s large hand comes down across your ass before grabbing a handful of it and squeezing, kneading the soft and supple flesh in his hand before he lowers his head and places a soft kiss to the same spot. “Ain’t got all day Sweetheart” he tuts, hand going back to massaging the tissue of your reddened cheek. “Be a good girl for me and do as you’re told and Daddy will play with this sweet little ass, how’s that sound?”

You don’t bother with a verbal response, just immediately lower your head down to wrap your lips around your husbands throbbing member, taking it deep into your throat on the first go and he lets out a groan from above you, hand instinctively coming down to rest on top of your head and a whispered ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

“That’s a good girl” you hear Dave chuckling behind you, and then all coherent thought leaves your brain when he hastily spreads your cheeks wide for him and presses his tongue against your puckered flesh. Your hips jolt forward on instinct but Dave’s left hand quickly comes up to grab hold of your waist, forcing you still and he resumes his actions. He starts by flattening his tongue, taking turns stiffening it and then relaxing it as he works it against you, then short little flicks of the tip against your hole, gradually progressing to slowly working it just inside your entrance and you cry out in pleasure, your mouth leaving your husband momentarily as you crane your neck as best you can to see Dave behind you.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop” you whine, bringing your hand up to wrap around your husband where your mouth has left him.

“Mmm hmmm” Dave mumbles into your flesh, still completely focused on his task. He continues to lick and kiss and prod at you with his tongue for several long moments until finally he releases you by landing another hard smack to your ass and then yanking you upright until you’re up on your knees with your back to his chest and his large arm wraps around your middle holding you to him, your hand falling away from your husband.

“Need to fuck you” he confesses, sounding well worked up already (and if his voice didn’t give it away, the hard throbbing bulge currently pressing into your lower back certainly did). His hand snakes down between your legs and deft fingers part your folds, spreading your slick around. “Ready for me Sweetheart?”

“Fuck. Please” you manage in a breathy whimper. You don’t care that you’ve barely recovered from your last orgasm with Marcus, you need to feel Dave inside of you. Now.

Hearing your enthusiastic consent Dave doesn’t waste any time. Marcus pushes himself over to the side to allow you two some more room and within moments Dave has you flipped over onto your back and pinned down near the bottom of the bed just as he slides off of it so he can hover over you. He brings your right leg up to rest on his left shoulder and his right arm wraps around it to hold himself steady while he slides inside of you and begins to pound into you from his standing position, slightly bent over you with his left arm reaching out so his large hand can wrap around your throat and gently squeeze, just the way he knows you like it.

“That’s it, fucking take it” he growls through gritted teeth as his hips piston back and forth at a relentless and rough pace. You’re a whining whimpering mess beneath him. Every time his cock slams into you it’s like you can feel it in your stomach with how deep he is and all you can do is lie there and take it, panting and moaning and begging him to use you.

“Fuck” you hear Marcus whimper from somewhere next to you, you’re too fucked out to really focus on anything but the way Dave’s dick continues to deliciously torture your abused pussy but you know that Marcus is watching and apparently enjoying what he sees as he takes his own pleasure by way of his hand.

“Like watching your wife’s pussy get destroyed, hmm?” Dave taunts your husband, teeth still bared as he continues to fuck hard and fast. “Love watching her take all of this cock so well” he continues on, clearly a little lost in his own lust as his eyes fall shut and he focuses on his breathing to keep up his stamina.

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes” Marcus whines and you manage to turn your head just enough to watch him, head thrown back as he fucks into his own fist. He’s close, you can see it on his face.

Dave changes positions suddenly, bringing your leg down and his hand leaves your throat. He pushes you slightly up the bed to leave enough room so he can get up to kneel on the bed between your legs before he slips back inside you, holding both of your knees open with his large hands and fucking into you at a much more relaxed pace now.

“Get on top of her, feed her your cock” Dave instructs and Marcus obliges all too quickly, shuffling up the mattress and swinging one leg over you so he’s over top of you, knees planted on the bed on either sides of your shoulders and his body between you and Dave, his back to Dave. He reaches for a couple of pillows and props them under your head so you’re comfortably able to take him in your mouth without craning your neck too much and you do just that, surging forward to envelop every inch of him into your throat and he moans the moment your lips wrap around him.

Dave keeps up a steady pace, his hips snapping into you still hard and deep, just not as rough or fast as before but it’s still more than enough to have you reeling. Thank god he had let up slightly so you can somewhat focus with whatever faculties you have left on sucking off Marcus. He feeds you his cock, just as Dave instructed. At some point his hand wraps around the back of your head and he begins rocking his hips harder and faster as he fucks into your throat, completely oblivious to anything but his own pleasure at this point and it turns you on so much when he gets like this. He’s moaning freely and uttering little phrases of praise for how good you’re making him feel when suddenly his voice slightly constricts and you hear him gasp for a breath. You open your eyes and look up to see that one of Dave’s hands has come up to wrap around the front of Marcus’s throat, the other firmly gripped on his shoulder to give himself more leverage to rock his hips into you. You openly moan at the sight. Dave with his hands on Marcus while they both take their pleasure out on you is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen and you keep your gaze locked on them, wanting to commit this exact image to memory so you’ll never forget it.

Marcus’ thrusts into your mouth grow sloppy as Dave’s hand stays wrapped around his throat, applying what you know is the precise amount of pressure to make him see stars behind his eyes as Dave so often does for you. It’s something you’ve never tried on Marcus before but watching him now losing himself above you, you know how much he’s enjoying it.

“Colour” Dave demands of Marcus. Though you’re both pretty certain of what his answer will be, Dave checks in with him all the same, easing his grip from his throat to allow Marcus to answer clearly.

“Green. Fuck. Green!” Marcus manages, breathing laboured and face pulled tight as he tries so hard to hold back his impending orgasm, wanting to hold on to how good this feels just a little while longer if he can.

Dave’s thrusts into you slow as he focuses more of his attention on Marcus, leaning further forward into the other man, his forehead resting against Marcus’ temple and a wide grin spreading across his lips as he listens to Marcus’ whimpers and whines. His grip tightens around the younger man’s throat once more.

“Good. Now be a good boy and come for your Daddy” Dave growls hotly right against your husband's ear, letting go of his throat again just as Marcus finally loses it. With a strangled cry and a string of colourful curse words, Marcus comes down your throat and at the same moment, your walls flutter around Dave’s cock, so turned on just by Dave’s words and Marcus’ orgasm it's enough to send you over the edge with him as you swallow down everything Marcus has to give you. Dave stills inside of you once your peak ends, still hard as a rock as he hadn’t finished yet.

“Oh my god, fuck” Marcus groans as he slips out of your mouth but otherwise doesn’t move, apart from his body taking it’s heaving breaths.

“Good boy. Good fucking boy” Dave praises, wrapping a hand around your husbands chest and pulling him back until Marcus’ shoulders rest against Dave’s front. Dave presses his lips to Marcus’ sweaty temple before his arm gives him one final squeeze and he releases him, pressing him forward again so Marcus can regain his balance and swing his leg back over so he’s no longer straddling over top of you and he immediately flips over and collapses on his back next to you, utterly spent and chest still heaving with his laboured breaths.

“Think we wore him out sweetheart” Dave winks at you, a shit eating grin playing on his lips letting you know he’s more than satisfied he was able to get both of you off simultaneously. You glance over to your exhausted husband and reach a hand out to push through the damp sweat covered hair that sticks to his forehead and push it back as he lets out a little chuckle, dazed out smile playing on his lips. You’re pretty sure you’ve had that exact expression on your face many times after Dave pushes you to your limits until you experience the most earth-shattering orgasm.

“Was probably about time we showed your husband a little perspective” Dave comments. “Let him learn why you like what you like first hand” he explains as he slowly begins rocking his hips back into you, reminding you without words that he isn’t done with you yet.

“Fuck, Dave, I can’t” you whine. Your cunt is positively throbbing and you don’t know how much more you can take.

“You can,” he counters, his harsh tone leaving no room for argument. “You give me one more then I’ll let you rest. C’mon sweetheart” he says the last words softer, leaning over you to gently grasp your chin in his hand and tilt your head towards him as he rocks into you slow and deep, hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He continues thrusting slowly and soon pleasure overtakes any feelings of discomfort.

“Colour?”

“Fuck, green” you manage, despite yourself. He’s making you feel so fucking good again, you want to give him one more. Want to be his good girl.

“Good girl” he grins at you.

There it is.

“Up, hands and knees” he instructs, slipping out of you and helping you into position before he plunges back into you from behind and stills once he bottoms out, allowing you a moment to adjust to the new angle before he slowly begins to slide in and out of you at a lazy pace.

“Oh my fuck!” you cry out at how deep inside you he is.

“Are you ready baby? I wanna fuck you proper now” he tells you and you instantly feel a lump in your throat as well as an intense heat pooling in your belly. For Dave, fucking you ‘properly’ usually means railing into you until your eyes nearly pop out of your head. It’s a surefire way to get him off relatively quickly though you know by now and you could probably all use the break.

“Yes. Fuck me Daddy” you breathe out, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

“Give me your arms” he growls suddenly, yanking your arms up behind your back and wrapping one of his hands around them, holding you hostage to him while his other hand grabs at your shoulder for even more leverage as he begins to slam into you at a relentless pace.

Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it feels like he’s fucking you within an inch of your life. You’re whimpering and whining and babbling a bunch of incoherent “oh my god”’s and “fuck”’s and “right there”’s as Dave slams into you over and over, practically growling from behind you as he takes what he needs.

“One more baby, one fucking more, come on” he groans in a desperate plea. Your walls tighten around him but you just don’t have another orgasm in you. Or, so you thought, until suddenly you’re crying out when Marcus’ hand reaches out to rub frantic circles at your clit and seconds later your cunt spasms around Dave’s cock, wave after wave of your peak crashing over you until you’re spent and you flop forward into the mattress as Dave gently releases your arms and pulls out of you just in time to hastily tug on his cock a few times until spurts of his white hot seed paint your lower back and the top of your ass.

“Fuck!” he curses loudly, breathes coming hard and fast while he still lazily strokes his spent cock, sitting back on his heels.

“God damn baby” he sighs, exhausted. “You’re so fucking good” he praises, his thumb lightly pressing into the flesh at your back and smearing his own cum around, marking you as his before he eventually flops down on his back next to you on the mattress on the opposite side from Marcus and you immediately snuggle up to him.

“I’ll get a towel” Marcus murmurs to you, now that he’s had time to recuperate he’s the only one with functional limbs it would seem so he gets up to wet a towel with warm water and brings it back to begin gently cleaning you up from where you lay still half sprawled on top of Dave.

“I love you” you sigh sleepily as the warm towel gently glides across your lower back and between your legs until you're cleaned up and its tossed aside.

“Happy birthday Honey” are the last words you hear from your husband before sleep hastily overcomes you both.

Unfortunately for Dave, sleep doesn’t come as easily as he replays your last three words over and over on a loop in his mind. Surely you meant them for your husband, but your arm was draped over him, your lips murmuring the words into his heated flesh as you said them aloud and now he can’t get them out of his fucking head.

As minutes or maybe even hours tick by and he still lays there with his gaze fixed to the ceiling, the only thought that crosses Dave’s mind is that he needs to get out of there. Needs to leave.

It was never supposed to be this way, so why can’t he seem to pull himself away from you? From either of you?

Fuck.

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[courtingchaos]

Eddie Munson x Reader (kind of?)

18+ No Minors

The meeting lets out after sunset and this time of year always makes Eddie feel like he’s missed a step on the stairs when it happens. What feels like a high noon sun disappears after two hours inside the rec center, plunging him into the winter darkness. Even with the chill people still mill around out front with their little paper cups of cheap coffee clutched in their hands while they say their long winded goodbyes. He knows they mean well and it’s good that everyone has connections but all he ever wants to do is leave after these meetings. Get in his van and drive for an hour to unwind the spool of thread that’s been spun tight around the bobbin of therapy.

You weren’t there tonight but he isn’t surprised, still misses you though. He could sense your anger mounting all last month and when you didn’t show last week he didn’t jump to a conclusion for the first time in long time. He sat through the meeting and listened to Charles and his droning calm and when he’d been let loose on the cold streets he’d made a beeline for the pay phone outside.

“Hello?”

“It’s Eddie.”

“Okay.”

A clink of a spoon on pottery, probably one of the misshapen bowls you’d made.

“I’m just checking in.” He shrugs even though you can’t see it. Keeps his tone light especially since you answered after two rings.

The improbable can’t be happening if you’re eating cereal after all.

“Did Charles ask you to call?” A snide remark followed by a crunch of what he can safely assume is Kix.

“No, I made a big boy decision all by myself.”

“Well that’s very brave of you.” Your tone suggest mocking of your group leader and Eddie huffs a laugh into the receiver.

“I figured you wouldn’t be here, but…” Eddie trails off because he isn’t going to tell you he misses you because that would suggest he’s in touch with his emotions, the very things he staunchly ignores in favor of keeping the panic attacks at bay.

“Was I so obvious?”

“A little. The storming out tends to tell people you’re a upset.”

You’re quick with your reply. “I wasn’t upset with you.”

“I know.” The cold creeps in under his layers and the flannel tied around his waist isn’t doing much to keep his lower half warm. Around him headlights swing around the faces of the buildings as everyone starts to finally head home. He tucks the phone against his shoulder so he can huff air into his palms to warm up and you must hear him.

“Are you still downtown?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna come over? I’m just watching Happy Days reruns.” More crunching but a bowl of cereal actually sounds good right about now. He wants to say yes because he likes your couch, it’s dented in the right ways and he sinks into it every time. He also really likes your cat JD but who you call Tubs on account of him being so rotund.

“It stands for Jack Daniel, I bet you can’t guess what I was up to when I found him.”

But there’s this street light that doesn’t work right outside of your third floor apartment. Sometimes it’s perfectly fine but then some other times when he falls asleep on your too comfortable couch he wakes to a flickering. Something that seems to be Morse code, a cry for help from a sewn up dimension and it sends him into a spiral.

“I was uh, thinking about-“

“They fixed the street light.”

His pause must have been longer than he thought. “Uh, yeah I-I’m sorry about last time. I didn’t mean to swing at you-“

“I shouldn’t have just grabbed you.” You dismiss him, not unkindly, but for the umpteenth time he’s apologizing and you’ve said it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault he’d seen a petaled face in the dark of your apartment while you’d tried to calm him down. “Okay, let me rephrase this then. If you’re comfortable, the invitation is open to come have cereal with me and watch Happy Days-no wait I think it’s Bewitched now, yeah Bewitched reruns with me.”

“Oh Samantha is a weak spot for me.” Eddie drops another quarter in when he’s prompted. “I always liked that little nose wiggle.”

The silence stretches for a moment while he deliberates and you seem to move around your place. A quiet chirp tells him JD is weaving between your feet and looking for dinner and honestly, Eddie shares the feeling. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” Your voice ticks up in excitement he hasn’t heard in a while from you and it makes his decision concrete.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in ten.”

Played up whooping from you ends his phone call and he only has to grip his steering wheel a little bit before he finally turns his van on and heads to your place.

He lets himself in when he gets there. A bowl for him already on your beat up coffee table and JD sitting in Eddie’s usual spot. The couch swallows him like normal and he relaxes for the first time today. You tell him you’ll be at next weeks meeting and then show him that you can also do the nose the Samantha Nose Wiggle. It makes him laugh while he digs into his second bowl of Froot Loops and the street lamp doesn’t flicker once.

[saenity]

lego garden — a. arlert

prompt: taking care of plants is not meant for you.

warnings: heavy fluff, afab reader, kisses, this made me crave spaghetti, grammatical errors, occ armin!

note: wrote this last yr as my very first fic but never had the guts of uploading it. pls enjoy!

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being a student who is fueled by academic validation and high grades for sure doesn't have any time for taking care of something else besides yourself. your face is always buried in books from morning 'till noon leaving your plants dehydrated most of the time. you like those pretty pinterest worthy balcony gardens with small potted plants to keep your apartment not to look dull and boring. 

you do have the balcony and the plants but you don't have the time and effort to keep things consistent outside of school work. that is why you ended up ranting to your perfect boyfriend about your problem. 

you : bb Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

minminie : hello my dearest (⁠灬^‿^灬⁠)⁠♡

armin stopped organizing his transes when his phone went off showing your name in his lockscreen. 

you : my other plant died ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

you : AGAIN ! 

you : this is the third time it happened i'm so upset of myself

minminie : oh no :( my condolences dearest :( 

minminie : do you want me to go there? i'll cook something to cheer you up baby

you : i would love to bb (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

you : travel safe oki !

minminie : ofc dearest !

armin knew how you really wanted to have a small balcony garden if you weren't careless and forgetful abt your plants. that's why he ordered something he hopes you would like and that will last long even if you forget to water it for weeks. but first, he's gonna prepare the ingredients for the food tonight.

30 minutes passed and you hear your doorbell ring making you get up from your bed to greet your lover. as you open your apartment's door, you are greeted with the sight of your boyfriend in a beige oversize sweater over a white collared shirt and slacks to finish off the fit. 

the get up compliments armin as it highlights his soft features and brings out his expressive cerulean eyes. he also has his infamous soft smile accompanied by a tinge of red on his cheeks. you can't help but smile at how beautiful your man is and how lucky you are for having such beaute.

"hello pretty" you greet your lover and you swear you saw his cheeks went to a darker shade.

"hello my dearest" he smiles as he wrap his arm around you as soon he placed the paper bag filled with the needs for the night. you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his perfume and feeling more tranquil after the depressing event that occured earlier. you drew apart from each other but not enough to put distance from one another as you lean up to meet armin's lips for a kiss. it was long, sweet and comforting. something you definitely needed.

armin ended the kiss with few a pecks before completely detaching himself from you. your cheeks burned with how endearingly your boyfriend treats you.

"i hope you're not hungry at the moment, i'm gonna go cook our dinner now. go and relax yourself in the comfort of your bed, do you want me to tuck you in?" your eyes brightened at his suggestion.

"please do the honors, love!" you're practically jumping on your toes as you hop going to your bedroom. armin enters a very familiar room and sees you, his beloved already laying on the bed with your phone ready to be tucked by him. he giggles seeing how comfortable you are letting him see you in your unguarded form. your lover sits down on the bed and pulled the devut until its over your neck. he raises your head to pull your hair away under you to keep you comfortable and he then continues tucking you completely in the duvet for maximum comfort.

with a light kiss on your forehead, armin smiles at you and your relaxed figure, happy that he made his darling happy in small gestures. 

"okay, love. i'll be on the kitchen to cook our dinner! if you need anything just call out for me okay?" 

you nod at his statement and he leaves as soon you finished setting up a show to watch on your show.

armin placed everything he needed for the night's meal on the counter recalling if he got everything here. he turned on the stove  to heat up the water for the pasta noodles. also heated up another pan for the sauce of the pasta. he cooked everything nice and swift within an hour so he is only left with preparing the table for something romantic. he pulls out a tablecloth from the paperbag and placed it on table to add up a sense of restaurant vibe. armin placed your hello kitty inspired utensils on your side of the table because it's your favorite. if only your hello kitty plate didn't shatter when a classmate of yours dropped it, everything would be perfect tonight. going back, armin now lit up a new batch of your favorite scented candles he bought that day since you mentioned earlier this week yours is on its last threads. 

armin let's out a proud huff as he checks how the table turns out. the food is perfectly placed in the plate, he made sure to add extra cheese and cream on the spaghetti sauce to make it creamier just how you like it. wine glasses reflecting the candle's flames  sitted next to the plates with a bucket full of ice to ensure the wine remains cold as the night progress. 

with a sigh of relief, armin excitedly walks towards your room to start the night with you.

"baby? dinner's ready, let' get up" your boyfriend's saccharine voice caught your attention away from the show you're watching. with an excited jump, you went out of your bed and grab on your boyfriend's inviting hand and both of you walk hand on hand towards the beautifully setted up table.

a big smile forms on your face followed by giggles and burning of your cheeks. glancing at armin, he has his eyes on you happy with your reaction.

"armin! this is... woah..."

"do you like it?"

"of course! everything looks perfect, thank you love." you tiptoed to give armin a kiss on his cheeks to show how grateful you are for making your night special.

armin blushes at your action and can't help himself but to think how he would do anything to keep the bright smile stay on your face. 

"come on come on, let's eat, love! i made the spaghetti extra special just for you." armin ushers you sit on the chair he pulled out for you. 

you and armin filled the night with ease and joyous storytelling. the meal was scrumptious, the candles making the artmosphere calm and relaxing, and just being with the man who planned everything made you a lot better.

"thank you so much for the night, love. i didn't expect a romantic dinner would be your way of comforting me." you joked at the end.

armin looks at you with a glint of nervousness on his cerulean eyes. 

"well actually, there's something more i prepared for us actually." he glimpse at you as he pulls out 3 small boxes from under the table.

your eyes went wide with curiousity not noticing the boxes earlier. armin placed the boxes in front of both of you and you let out a soft gasp to see what are the boxes are.

on the front of the boxes form an image of potted flowers made out of legos. armin smiles at you as you take a closer look of one of the boxes.

"i bought this lego flowers to make you feel better. i know it's not as good as the real plants but i hope it's something that would be as special as the latter. with these, they won't witter even if you forget about watering it a few days." he scratches his neck as he explained the boxes. 

what armin didn't expect was you leaping out of the chair to hug him and giving him a big kiss.gasping for air, armin looks baffled at the brazen actions and looks at you with big eyes.

"armin! these are adorable and perfect, just look at them!" you hold all of the boxes with enthusiasm. 

"let go build them, baby? we will create our own lego garden here." he starts off as he opens a box for you.

you nodded with eyes glimming at him. maybe creating a lego garden is more special and memorable when it's created with someone you love.

[trash-monkey]

Selcouth

(adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous

Chapter 2

I sit at the kitchen table slowly eating my late breakfast sleepily that consist of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and baked beans that Gran had fixed before going out back to hang laundry as I woken up early noon like I usually do when I have no school and Sookie is sunbathing out in front like she usually dose on cloudless warm days, my hair is a nest as a zombie look rest on my face with my PJs a mess. Suddenly a roar of a truck pulls up to the house and from the familiar sound of it it's my father, I continue to eat what food I had left on my plate as I hear him talked to Sookie for a few before coming in with Gran.

"Hey buddy, how you doing?" He asked after kissing me on my head once seeing me at the kitchen table eating and noticed it looked like I just got up.

"I'm good, Dad." I spoke around a full mouth of food watching as Gran give Sookie and Jason their own plates of food along with some iced tea before the home phone rings.

"You want the rest of that?" Jason gesture to Sookie's steak which she glares at him when said that she'll want the rest.

"Okay, just asking. I mean, if you are going want to wear that suite, you might want to start watching what you eat." Both me and Sookie laugh at Jason as the weak excuse of manipulation before Gran walks back into the kitchen

"That was Everlee Mason. Guess who they found strangled to death in her apartment last night? Maudette Perkins." Gran covered my ears before speaking but I already know what she's talking about as I see Jason freeze for a second which I'm the only one to notice.

"Oh my lord!" Sookie expressed at the news.

"She didn’t show up for work and wasn’t answering her phone, so her boss called Bud Dearborne, and he rode over and got the manager to let him in, and they found her." Gran explained what she hear over the phone as she finally removed her hands from my ears.

"I graduated from high school with Maudette!"

"Can you believe it? A...you know what in Bon Temps?!" Gran hesitates slightly while glance at me still sitting at the table.

"Well, why are you surprised? Now that we got ourselves a vampire." Immediately Sookie turns to Jason, irritated.

"Just because he’s a vampire doesn’t mean he’s a.." Jason interrupt his sister quickly.

"Oh, come on. Fangbangers go missing all the time in Shreveport and New Orleans." Jason said a tad too sharply.

"Tack, go get dress." The tone Sookie had that basically told me not to argue with her as she doesn't want me to hear the rest of this conversation so I shove what I have left on my plate into my mouth before running up the stairs to get dressed for the day.

"AUNT SOOK I'M GOING OUTSIDE TO PLAY!" I yelled as I ran through the front door of the house once I'm dressed.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE YOUNG MAN!" Sookie quickly yelled after me as she speed walk to the front door which I walk back with a pout knowing Jason had already left for work.

"What about your homework?" She asked with her arms crossed and her hip cocked out like a true mother.

"I'm was thinking about doing it at Merlotte's." I reasoned whiling shuffling my feet at looking at her in the eyes.

"Ok, you can go." As soon as she said go I'm off into the forest close to the house which I know like the back of my hands while knowing better then to get too far, this is a world of the supernatural after all. More times then not I usually spend my time here when I'm not in school, doing homework, or at Merlotte's with aunt Sook while talking to Lafayette and Sam while either eating or doing homework. Being able to remember my life before this has made me a strange child so I don't really have friends my age which is why I spend a unhealthy amount of time in the forest or at Merlotte's so when something catches my child instincts that comes with being young again I let it loose, not to have any trouble pushing it back when I really need to use my adult reasoning. With that I spend hours in the forest finding bugs or weird looking leafs only with the sun telling the time of day and when it's three hours before the sun hit the horizon I hear Aunt Sook calling for me, not only with my power I believe my fae side is also subconsciously pulling me to the forest.

"TACK!!! COME GET READY TO GO TO MERLOTTE'S!!" Hearing her calling kicks my adult side back in which I know better then to stall so I immediately started running to the house.

"Tack, what you have now?" Sook asked with a amused smile when seeing me running up to the porch with leaves in my hands and have guessed I have something in my pockets which I usually do, I give the leaves to her to hold so I can pull out what I have in my pockets but today I'm unlucky as I only have three weird shaped rocks and a lizard.

"How are you finding this stuff almost everyday?" She asked no one in particular as she gently takes it and let it go by the side the front porch in the bushes, I just shrubbed my shoulders at her question as I retake my leave and place them into the old wooden box I've been storing them in before walking into the house.

"Go get cleaned up." With that I go up to my room to put on some clean clothes and wash what dirt have on myself, since Sook and Gran had noticed early on I'm have a more mature mindset they let me have a little more freedom then other kids my age. Once completed cleaned I take my homework folder out of my school backpack and put it into the one I always carry around with me before returning downstairs.

"I'm ready Aunt Sookie!" I yelled as I hop onto the ground from the last step of the stairs.

"Come on" she sighs out as she too come down the stairs a few moments after me with her uniform Merlotte's on and light makeup, she leads me out of the old plantation house to her worn down car which I buckled myself in.

"Now Tack Merlotte's got it's first vampire and I want you to be nice to him if he shows today, Ok?" Sook says as she pulls the car onto the black top road from the gravel road and I nod although I won't like Bill at all but for Sook I'll try to be nice.

"I will!" I answered with looking at her as I continue to look out the car window and watch as the things fly by.

"Hey Uncle Lafa!" I called out as I run into the dinner and into its kitchen but I stay by it's doors not to get into the way of the cooks.

"Oh hey sugarbaby! Come get Uncle Lafa a hug!" He hold out his arms for me which I run into to hug him tightly.

"What you want to eat, sugarbaby? It's on me and Sam." He lets go right as Sam appears in the small window that's connects the kitchen and behind the bar which he looks through when Sook asked where I am after finally coming in.

"I heard that Lafayette!" Sam said with a warning time and a bit of playfulness before turning back to Sook.

"My usual please" I said before walking out where take a sit at the bar where Sook can keep her eye on me without her work and I pulled out my homework folder to finish.

"Hey Tack!" Tara says as she give me my food which I immediately thanked her before multitasking eating and doing my homework while swinging my feet as I'm far from the ground, she just give me a amused grin before ruffling my hair and getting back to work.

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[caffeinewitchcraft]

You can breathe. That's the first thing you notice which seems ridiculous considering the transformation your friend just went through. The air is sweet and warm like the kitchen after your babysitter pulled your birthday cake out of the oven. Every inhale is smooth and your lungs don't rattle on the exhale. For the first time, you can hear the pounding of your heart over your own breathing.

"You okay?" you ask. You shield your eyes from the noon sun to better see her up in the tree. "Are you part cat?"

"No," Kai hisses. Her eyes are completely black and glittering like a stinkbug exoskeleton. The round face all of your classmates have is gone and she seems older with her high cheekbones and sharp nose. She's shaking so hard that the plastic beads of the necklace you gave her chatter against the ones of the necklace she lied about giving to you. "I'm not a cat."

You look doubtfully back at the swings. She seemed part cat with the way she yowled and leapt off them, twisting in the air as if her tail caught fire. You were too busy breathing to see her bounce into the tree, but it happened too fast to be human. The way she's hugging her entire body to the big branch she's on reminds you of a wet cat in particular.

"I need my mom," she says.

You fill your new, powerful lungs to shout, but before you can Mrs. Dillard appears next to you.

"Are you part cat?" you ask her before you can think better of it. The Dillards live across the street from the park, so Mrs. Dillard had relented and let Kai come play with you before she had her coffee. There's nobody else at the park this early so you would've noticed her coming up to you before which means she got out of the house and across the street between your friend yowling and now.

"No, dear," Mrs. Dillard says. She pushes up the long sleeves of her turtleneck sweater and holds her arms up. "Come down from there, darling, come here. What have you gotten into?"

With a cry your friend flings herself out of the tree and into her mother's arms. "I know I shouldn't have," she sobs, "But I wanted--it was-- Dad said how and I wanted to keep her forever--"

You can't make sense of what she's trying to say, but it's clear her mother does. There's a curl of envy in your stomach when Mrs. Dillard sighs and cradles your friend to her like one would do a much smaller child, shushing and crooning to her until her cries begin to quiet. You rub the back of your hand. The last time your mother touched you wasn't anywhere near as nice.

"I did say it is too soon for name-taking," Mrs. Dillard says into Kai's hair. She frowns and bites her lip. "But it still shouldn't have been so much..." Her eyes find you. Like your friend, they've gone all black without a trace of white. You feel as if those eyes can see through you and you fight not to shiver under her careful study. "Ah."

"Ah?" you echo. A phantom ringing in your ears makes you wince. Your mother's voice gets shrill when you forget your manners. "I mean, pardon me, Mrs. Dillard?"

"Your name," Mrs. Dillard says. "Is it--"

"My name," your friend mutters. "I took it so it's mine."

"Not for long," Mrs. Dillard says firmly.

"But--"

"Dear," Mrs. Dillard says to you, "Your name. Can you tell me about it?"

You're defensive. "Tem? My babysitter gave it to me--"

"Not that one." Mrs. Dillard's voice is gentle. "Not your nickname. You aren't in trouble, dear. I just need to know the name you gave my daughter. I think it may have been a little more than she expected."

"I'll grow into it," you say out of reflex. That's what your mother is always saying, even when you complain about all the syllables and how nobody can make all the right sounds for it. Even you still get it wrong sometimes. "It's a family name and I'm the first one they've been able to give it to in over four hundred years, Mom said."

You make yourself stop talking. Mom says a lot more than that, but you don't want the Dillards to know. Mrs. Dillard may not let her daughter play with you anymore if she knew about all the things your mom says you'll do in the future. The terrible and mean things she says you'll have to do to win back your family's power.

"Family names," Mrs. Dillard sighs. She puts your friend down. "Kai, listen to me. Enough tears, I know it hurts, but you're going to be fine. We'll get you sorted. This is an important lesson. Do you remember what I said about family names?"

"That they carry power," Kai says. She scrubs at her eyes. "That the really good ones are like taking a hundred names at once."

"Good," Mrs. Dillard croons. She crouches so that she's at eye level with Kai and takes both her hands in one of her own. "That's exactly right. You're still too little for a name like that, Kai. That's why it hurts."

"I feel like I'm going to explode." Kai presses a hand to her chest. "Here."

"That's where new power sits. One day, you'll be able to break down names and make them part of you," Mrs. Dillard says. "That's what Dad meant. You can take someone's name and consume it, but that doesn't always mean they stay with you. People aren't their names, Kai. Not unless they choose to be."

"Oh," Kai says in understanding. She sniffles and raises her face for the first time since she came down from the tree. Her regular human face is sliding back into place, her cheeks rounding out and her eyes shrinking. "I didn't know that."

You don't understand. You want to ask, but your mouth is dry and your palms itch. It seems like they've forgotten you entirely which isn't fair because they're talking about your name. Or, rather, Kai's name now.

"Tem is your friend," Mrs. Dillard says. "You didn't need to take her name. That wasn't very nice. I wouldn't be surprised if Tem doesn't want to be friends anymore."

Kai's eyes flash black as they fly to you. "You don't want to be my friend anymore?"

"No!" Then, when Kai's eyes fill with tears, you stutter. "No, I meant, that's not-- Not no I don't want to be friends with you, I mean no I don't meant that! I want to be friends still!"

"Really?"

You find yourself nodding too fast, buoyed by the hope in Kai's voice. "I never even liked my name anyway, you can keep it!"

Kai's eyes widen but before she can say anything, her mother cuts in.

"I don't think that's the best idea," Mrs. Dillard says. Her voice is light but her brow is furrowed. She smiles tightly at you. "Your name is too...heavy, Tem. At least for now. Kai is going to have to ask you to take it back."

"Take it back?" you ask. A familiar tightness starts in your chest. "I have to take it back?"

Mrs. Dillard is still smiling, but there's tension in her shoulders that wasn't there before. "It's your name to carry, Tem. Your parents would be sad to know you gave it away."

"I can do that?" you ask hopefully. "Give it away? I don't like my name, Mrs. Dillard. If I can give it away, I want to do that."

"You...could," Mrs. Dillard bites out. Her smile is breaking off of her face and Kai makes a sound of protest when her grip turns crushing. She breathes in deeply through her nose and turns to Kai. "Kai, you won't feel better if you don't ask Tem to take her name back. Ask."

"Okay, Mom," Kai says. She tries to pull away from her mother's hands, but Mrs. Dillard won't let go. Kai pulls again and Mrs. Dillard releases her with obvious reluctance. Your friend sniffles as she shuffles towards you. She extends one hand in the same gesture she'd asked for your name in the first place. "Take your name back, Tem."

No. The word nearly flies out of your mouth, shooting up from deep inside you. You don't want your name back. It's heavy, your name, and you know now why it's easier to breathe without it. The pressure of your family is gone and you can't imagine willingly struggling for breath ever again.

Mrs. Dillard sees the indecision on your face.

"You must say please when you're asking for a favor," Mrs. Dillard murmurs. Her eyes are like black glass when she looks at you. She talks to Kai and stares at you with her obsidian eyes. "Tem's your friend. You need to ask nicely."

Kai frowns. "But Dad says never to say--"

"This time you need to," Mrs. Dillard says. She's watching you like your mother does sometimes. As if she's expecting something else to claw out of your skin at any moment. "And you need to mean it."

Kai's lips tremble and she half turns away from you. "But, Mom--"

"Now, Kai."

Kai hugs herself as she once again faces you. She can't meet your eyes. "P-please. Please take your name back, Tem." The word please seems to cost Kai something. She loses the color in her face and her fingers tremble. Each word is measured. "I--I want to be friends. Your name is too much for me. So please take it back."

You hesitate. Is it awful that you hesitate? Kai is your friend. You know the pain of your name, know it better now that you ever have before in your life. You can see the chains each letter wraps around you, how the consonants and vowels pin you to your family's legacy like a bug. Without it, you can leave. You're only ten, but you know you could survive on your own, no, more than survive. You can thrive, you can be great--

"Tem."

Unwillingly you focus back on Mrs. Dillard. She doesn't look like your mother now. Her face is soft and worried, gaze flitting between you and Kai like a humming bird. She bites her lip. "Tem. There are other ways to get rid of your name. We can help you with that. But Kai needs you to take it back. Just for now."

You tremble. "I..."

"It's hurting her, Tem," Mrs. Dillard says. She nods towards Kai. "Look. See how pale she is? How she's holding her stomach? I know the burden of an unwanted name. Can I ask you to help Kai and have you carry it for a little longer?"

No. You don't want to. You don't want to, you don't want to, you don't want to--

Kai whimpers.

"Yes," you blurt out. Everything snaps back into clear focus. You didn't even realize how the world had gone blurry. You can see the way MRs. Dillard is hovering over Kai protectively. You can see the way Kai sways in pain. You can see the syllables of your name beating in the pulse at her neck. You don't want it, but you don't want Kai to have it either. Not when it hurts. "Yes, I'll take it back."

"Thank you," Mrs. Dillard breathes. Her eyes flutter shut. "Thank you, thank you, thank you--"

"Not supposed to say thank you," Kai says so faintly it sounds like wings.

"Tell Tem thank you," Mrs. Dillard says.

"I will when she takes it back," Kai says.

"Kai, apologize--"

You don't mind if Kai's voice is mean. You know why. You can be mean to on days when your name is wrapped around your neck. You stick out your hand and wait.

Kai's eyes flash. She reaches out to clasp her palm to yours. She opens her mouth, closes it, swallows, and says, "I'm Kai."

Your voice is clear. "I'm Clytemnestra," you say.

Kai shivers and shakes, falling back against her mother. Your name slithers into place across your collarbones like a yoke.

"I'm Clytemnestra," you say again. You look at Mrs. Dillard. "But I don't want to be."

Mrs. Dillard cradles Kai to her. "You don't have to be," she says fiercely. "You are not beholden to your name." She holds out one arm. "Come here, Tem."

You've never done this before. Your body knows what to do. You fall into Mrs. Dillard's embrace next to Kai and let her warmth close around you. Her words echo in your head.

You don't have to be.

For the first time in your life, you begin to hope.

A young fey creature just tricked you into giving them your name. They are now writhing on the ground in agony begging you to take it back. You have no idea what’s going on.

[so2uv]

The house was empty when he came home today, to his strange observation.

Xander spent the past few weeks in a club for a sport he had participated in, but the season ended recently and he booked the quickest flight home. She found her heart rate growing with each hour she gets closer. It’s been a while since she had gotten the time to even call you because the team was always asking for her to come to practice day and night (it was rough to say the least)

“I miss you, sunshine.”

“I miss you too.” The timezones were far apart, setting you two to call at horrendous times, but he loved your voice at each and every hour; from the energetic tone of the noon, to the distressed and exhausted rasp of the night. His poor angel, always working so hard and doing so well.

However, his excitement was quick to turn into stitched brows and echoes of a higher voice. “Sunshine?” He called out, setting down the bags. Usually, you were at the door or on the couch waiting for him, but he found no one.

Maybe you were just tired. Surely that’s all.

Xander looked in the kitchen where she remembered the warm mornings of kissing your neck while you made breakfast, hands on your hips and pulling you close, and the warm breath asking you of the night’s quality; but all he found was an eerie, silent kitchen with a cold stove.

She moved to the living room where you would always lay on top of him and binge another show or movie, but you would fall asleep most of the time (she didint mind. She loved it actually) The couch was where he would pull you into his arms after a long day at school, holding you tight and hearing you complain. He knew it was a lot, so he often offered to cook dinner and give you a massage to relieve all that stress (even if it was just a little) But the fabric was cold, and your presence was lacking.

He started getting worried. Nicknames turning into standard ones. “Sol?” He knocked the bedroom door that was closed, “I’m home.” Xander swallowed the croak in his throat. It must've been a big joke, right? The stress was building up, but he couldn't quit here. You were just messing around with him, playing a prank for him being away.

Right?

“I’m coming in.” Their voice was soft as the knob twisted, but only cold air greeted them. He noticed certain things, horrible things to be specific; your charger was gone, the textbooks piling on the floor disappeared, and the closest. He shoved it open. Gone. Majority of the clothes at least.

“Sol,” he called out, “this isnt funny, sunshine, please.”

His heart remained high, but it was too high. Xander continued to search around, murmuring reassurement to himself. Running a hand through her hair, she huffed and went back out to the door. Even your shoes were gone.

Did something happen?

Xander took his phone and started to ring you, but after one, two, three….seven times, you never answered. She sent too many messages already.

“My plane landed!” “I’m home!!” “Sunshine? Where you are you?” “Are you busy with school? Let me know when you get home. I can cook for you :)” “Sol?” “Where are you? It’s been a while?” “Sol please I just want to know” “Is everything okay? I don’t need details, angel, just a word.” “You’re worrying me.” “Did I do something?” “Sunshine?” “Where did you go?” “Please?”

His fingers trembled at the last text of the singular word, too tired to write more. His heart was bubbling in his throat. Something went wrong.

Did we go wrong? Did I do something?

Xander ran a hand down his face, dragging the tears with his hand. They laughed to themself, an empty and breathless one. How long have you been gone? He sat down on the couch and stared out at the end, fingers playing with each other, and he waited. And waited. And waited.

His stomach was angry. It growled and rumbled as thunder does in the sky, but he stayed in the same spot. Waiting, like a dog at the door.

You’ll come back.

Xander knows his sunshine is busy.

They know you're hardworking.

He’ll take his time and come back, just as she does with her seasons.

. . . You’ll come back, right?

damn i feel bad for bro. idk who that is but i hope they find their bitch soon 😔😔

[lindsaystravelblogs3]

Days 1 & 2 – Friday/Saturday, 26/27 May.  Getting There

Our magic travel agent had arranged a limo to the airport as she usually does for us (thanks Bev!) and we were off to Tullamarine at high noon and through the usual airport chaos within about an hour for our two-hour wait at the departure gate.  We were finally in the air only about ten or fifteen minutes late.

I am drafting this bit in a Singapore Airlines torpedo, heading 6,080 (eventually proved to be 6129) kilometres to Singapore at over 900 kph where we have a four-hour layover, before a longer ten-hour flight to Munich for an eight-hour layover, before we fly even further to Italy’s Cagliari, where we eventually start our adventure.  

Nobody hates airports more than me and I really don’t enjoy flying either, but at least this flight is better than most.   I am seated across the aisle from Heather (we always try to get adjacent aisle seats these days, especially on long-haul flights) and by an amazing stroke of luck, there was a vacant row in front of me and the two guys seated next to me moved there, leaving me with a lot of extra room.  There are four seats in the middle section of this plane and it was great when they moved and let us all spread out a bit more.  And when the guy in front of me reclined his seat, I simply moved to the seat next to me that he had vacated, with none of my usual angst.

Another reason I am feeling more relaxed is because I have been listening to some great music for the past couple of hours.  I started with a bit of Beethoven before I found the Country and Western channel.  SBS screened a twelve-part C&W series a couple of years ago and we recently found we had the last three episodes on our old DVD player hard disk and have delighted in watching them in the past week.  (We would really love to get the whole set but we can’t find it (sob, sob).)  I have always loved country music - maybe not always, but certainly since I used to listen to the Smoky Dawson show on Sunday morning radio before church (even that sounds very reminescent of Johnny Cash) when I was a little kid in Perth - so maybe not always, but at least for seventy-odd years.  I must have shed buckets of tears over the decades as I have listened to a thousand tear-jerking songs describing some of wonderful (although more often, the less wonderful) times of my long life.  There is something about country music that connects with me at a primeval emotional level - OK, so I am a sentimental sook, but the music in my head is certainly making this flight more bearable than any other I can recall.  (No I am not crying at present, but maybe the next track…..). Another thing about music is that I can’t keep still when I hear something that touches me.  Heather bought me a baton early in our relationship because I couldn’t help ‘conducting’ the classical music that was my main passion at the time.  I am no dancer - my body just can’t find the rhythm, but my feet are tapping and my fingers are drumming along with the music, unconsciously and uncontrollably, whenever the beat is ringing in my ears. It annoys the hell out of people who see and hear me, but not the music, when I have the headphones on.

Many hours later.  An interesting feature of the Changi terminal was a big display in the concourse that was quite beautiful.   It had hundreds of fantastic orchids and glass flowers with many brightly coloured shiny baubles.   Very eye-catching and we paused on our way to the gate to take some photos. 

We have now reached Munich after two very long flights.  We didn’t pick up the few minutes we were late out of Melbourne to Singapore and arrived the same few minutes late - but that was pretty good given that we had headwinds all the way, including at least a third of the trip flying into a 140 kph gale.  We had a four-hour layover at Changi after almost eight hours in the air, and then had another twelve hours (10,500+ kilometres) in the air before arriving in Munich, where we have a ten-hour layover before our final two hours to Cagliari - about 36 hours after leaving home.

It was the flight from Hell, but then all flights qualify for that appellation.  Surprisingly, this one was not quite as bad as some.  I listened to quite a few hours of very pleasing music and watched half a movie - The Swearing Jar - before it bored me to distraction and I turned it off.  But I also managed an aggregate of an hour or two of fitful sleep.  I was really tired, but I don’t recall ever being able to sleep in a plane before last night.

Even later.  We spent most of our time in Munich at the gate lounge working on our PCs.  They were set up with power and charging stations so people could work while they waited and we took advantage of that.

We have certainly got some exercise in during the trip so far.  We all know that walking through the Duty-Free scavengers at Tullamarine adds half a kilometre to the other half or whole kilometre walk (our gate is always the farthest away from Security) and at both Singapore and Munich, we had very long walks – well over a kilometre each.  There was a shuttle that took us from one terminal to the other (and back again in Munich) but I reckon we have clocked up at least 4 kilometres on the way so far.

We bought lunch in the Munich airport and refreshed our minds about how expensive things are here.  Our two sandwiches cost almost $AU30 and two coffees cost a tad over $AU18.  We are a captive audience in the airport but it was still a salutary reminder of how low the Aussie dollar has been driven by successive governments.

Munchen was also interesting to me because of my two terms of high school German.   I can’t even go close to reading any of the signs or interpreting the announcements, but I can pick out quite a few individual words, or at least guess at their meaning, and can see how some of the compound words are created and understand most of the grammar in the sentence structure.  If I ever wanted to learn another language, it would certainly be German because I already have some of the basics and I think it is quite logical.   I tried using my German to order a coffee on the plane and the attendant understood me straight away - but couldn’t understand my English translation.

Having time to kill at the airport gate, I spent some of it figuring out how to stream music from my phone direct to my hearing aids. At least fifteen years ago, I copied a few hours of my favourite music onto my PC so I could load it onto an iPod I had.  I have long since forgotten how to use the iPod but the music has been copied from phone to phone as I have upgraded them over the years - but I have never spent the time to find out how to stream it to my aids.  None of the methods on the web or on YouTube worked, but I eventually modified them all and got it working myself.  Now I can listen as and when I like except that when I am listening, I can’t hear much else - so it is not that sociable in company.  Works great on a plane though. 

On arrival at Cagliari (pronounced something like Calyerie as if you are swallowing your tongue – definitely without a hint of a ‘G’ in it), we were a little perplexed to find that only one of our bags came out on the carousel.  Another Aussie woman was also in the same situation.  We knew both our bags had arrived because we had put an Airtag in each and both came up on our phones as being in the baggage area.  A staff member came to our rescue and told us that the Australian bags (most of them anyway) had been placed in a separate area because we had to go through a Security check that nobody else did.  (Aussies are obviously seen as high risk for some reason!)  Anyway, it didn’t take long and we were out of the terminal and caught up with Stewie – another Aussie (who travels the world with only a small backpack) and we shared a taxi to our hotel.  We met him as we were disembarking the plane when we recognised each other’s accents, and we are on the same tour so he waited for us so we could go to our hotel together.

Once we were checked in, we went down to the bar for a drink with Stewie and met up with six other fellow tourists – and at least another four over breakfast next morning.  Obviously, the tour will have a strong Aussie presence and we all seemed to get along pretty well last night.

The rest of our crew went off to a restaurant for dinner, but we decided to eat in the hotel and Stewie joined us.  The meal was wonderful, really superb, the best steak either of us can remember – and Stewie was great company.  I think we are going to enjoy this part of our trip.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 9617

A ballad sequence

               1

Love-vexed, then shall my grief and painted     Vessel glides, the deawy leaues among. Pardon me sayings     of great receives its

date, and gaze into those which red     medusaes mazeful hed. Approaching Ill, just in their     Blushes, and Tomes of

Casuistry. So when this way! Oft when     the Sylphs contrive it all; I could not alter this explicit     sadness is in my

mind … there’s a way found, She might     make it worth his maske to moue; not them, O no, but young ye     ken; then wait a wee, and

by the bels, to make an infinity.     Grows to Honour in a Whisper in the cold. The     sugar bowl. But if they

kneele an houre-long to pray.     Abundance melts, and hear in the council up. And all around     restore the elm-tops down

for spite, nothing else but anger.     And Garters, Stars, and therewith I write; and everyone     here was pleasure’s in walking

beside my hair was still tis     not the burthens binde. In your dusk eyes. Let all the meadows     wide—be sure you could float

on your lap, and tongues to be sent,     if such be Nature’s range, or veer or vanish; why shouldst have     seemed to slur with garrulous

ease and oily courtesies     our former lay to sing, that all the Tresses that glitter     as they saw the king, ’ he

said, oh Shah, who would not wed. Would     I do with vices, which hang scatters Deaths around them by     a conniving smile; or

when Success a Lover’s Toil attends,     few ask, if Fraud or Force with you the last wave by, crying     out, O! Creature in

your watry bowres, and Fashions     raise. Came tripping cloak and shawl, It’s your mirror make, behold     how goodly wel beseene.

               2

Yet being an empty Coca-     Cola can again. I light there were a Body perfect     noon, and the sun hath rudded,

her snowie Neck. Softer, clearer.     Your pocket in case we die I cry with my eyes that tempting     plague, are diuels in true

defining. Or veer or vanish;     why should’st thou stay here. My loue is now awake out of thy     souerayne prayses sing, that

all the fools admire. It seemed a     thrill of pleasure, Virtue, All, our Sex resign. Would win my     love, Jamie, come try me!

No longer lockt in hers, and were     gray. Say thou art; I said my children are reveal’d; the rising     slowly mounts to Day.

               3

Angels of flight and sang the Head,     was Ariel plac’d; his Purple Fires: now Lakes of bitterness     swept thereby like an

ominous bird a-wing …. Form a     strong confused noyce, as if you come where by water, among     the Water of the earth

do to us, that all the     Ravisher displaced, in one long yellow hair, murmuring seal     close by a silver-shoed

pale silverware is the cupboard,     the love to spare for me! And say, sit here. Hope not for then     I ’d follow him! Meek

Daughter and his housemaid were     that cruel be? Bequeath to me one parting kiss: In the rear,     flee the multitude of

maidens, on the stride of all Monarchs     only grasps the Globe? With claw&rock, when it is to the     boxed-in hills beyond the

rough on the gilded bed-posts shine,     abandoned skins. Wilt thou leave me thus, my Love! So killing     Despair, as Thou, sad Virgin!

And now, as oft in fooles     mouths purchase fame: I now then, unnumber’d Throngs promiscuous     strow the level Green.

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Now will come on its green den the     murmurs of her Hair unbound. Came running at this is love;     and all her heart outright;

yet there’s no need to say     anything can make? Where reflected light of my love you as     far as Cho-fu-Sa. And

laid her soiled gloves by, untied her     hat and the wide blue yonder you squeal at and flowing, by     her glamour disappearing

into our deep, dear silence     and play, and soften’d Sounds along the frost of years ago;     and some Hercules to

bear; why warbling birds forget your     feet when you entombed in men’s eyes more, and base, and from high,     in glittring Dust and high

disdaine, suffer not her owne vertue     merits praise. Not even her breath makes the Gazers strike the     Optick Nerve, I wound the

Ring of Empire, never any     Day that I prove, love’s force, without answer, nor our eccho     ring. By the lark, without

a star, not like a Smoke in     Heaven, her starry train: but neither breathe on the slick, love,     a tendency toward the

flow’ring than a Birth-night Beau, that     ev’n thy Rapine spare. Beautiful dreamer, out on the Winds     displayes, then would weary

be, as well as White, in all the     Ravisher displaced, That loving wretch to be: only my     plague thus far both Armies

to either’s reign, do in consent,     to this day let this time my should’st the Arrow, I the Arrow,     I the Arrow-head.

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A Sylph too fondly interpos’d;     fate urg’d the bell. But while her mouth’s red bow loosed shafts of wit.     Few ask, if Fraud or Force

with Care; let Spades be Trumps, she sat     down by my side she shut the child, a lesson new you shall     not; we ourselves for thy

captivity, and in a Vapour     o’er the least one thieving though each in thy breath; but, for     his Widow’s Gown: her infant

Grandame’s Whistle next it     grew, the Berries crack; heroes and the stainless steel theaters     where that can all hearts,

in wild Disorder seen, whate’er     is Born of Mortals, thou die before him, gliding with the     ungenerous purpose

nobly dear, the pin at the heart     has not said a word to say. Murmuring seal close by those     sorrowfull complain how

far I toil, still flinging diamonds     fine; but I gied him with a glory round its head; the     enamoured rustic worships

its fair hues, nor know that must     be consumed with all the fish in us had escaped heart-     free, with all hearts slave and

vassal wretch did know his rider     loved, that euen th’ Angels Alleluya sing, to which that     sweet odour which droops upon

it stare. Never forensics.     Who can fear too many flowers with false self-deceiving     tear, the lady of three

castles in the purple Cullambine,     without thee with my dust, not I. Such for a Princess;     she, you know solitaire?

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Leapt up, and waters to lamenting     cryes, nor dolefull dreriment. The more they on it     still: That loving part, thighs, breasts, the many mountains, on music,     and plucked the rose: and all the all outwent. I spoke. Into     two hearts. While I

meditates the woods now answer,     nor your Eccho ring. Your blessing on vs plentiously,     and her whom abundance weakens his own: a Fan, a Garter,     half a spurn as housewives do a fly. Into the Water     of the discolored

mead. Our lasses a’ she far excels,     an’ she has nae love to spare for me! That long day, the     Sun obliquely shoots his burthens binde. But chiefly Love—to     Love an Altar built, of twelve vast French Romances, neatly     gilt. It might for love her,

and all her sails were furled. Do     not go gentle mould, art so unkind to me; what dismal     lyrics, prophesying change thy body’s treason; my soul from     other lands to the pleasure and geniall bed remain’d in     some Corner of my Mortal

must be wooed and prayers; my     mother deere, Cupid offended late, because their rose on     my rose tree. Yet graces can it be seen faultily faultless,     will not cure! When Nature formed to love’s sweets you most rich     in all the Nosegay

in her Eyes; at ev’ry Eye was     fixt on her instrument: they daucen deffly, and some I     could not find that sight in me, as if to feel that hole where     buried under duvets, sound asleep. A place to wash and     no less, and haste away

to mine, your soul leaps up—and flashes     star-like, white, that so sweetly! There lay the Sword-knot Sylvia’s     Hands had sown: with such a martyrdom, to vex their echo     ring. The Bodkin, Comb, and Essence like a wrinkling wind     on glassy water drove

his cheeks the asp for serpent’s bites?     Walking beside still ye virgins learne obedience, when     sparkling roguish een. As thought once how Theocritus had     sung of the way to the song of the house, my heart. The words,     thy worth, and kindled by

the hair; and I the javelin suck’d     away, and runs the circular argument of the yeare,     quenching the toy sloops go by, holding a body close for     whom three Realms obey, dost sometimes Counsel take—and some     Hercules to beare, insteed

of Atlas tyrd, your wine, in autumn.     I am to follow them: but chiefly Love—to Love     an Altar built, of twelve years shall be my gentle hand, or     I’d enter a room to see the gilt Chariots, when     as Ioue her to the Ground,

are gouerned with perle, and that month     became her going. The shadow as the roofs with precision     hooves. Women stray, the Sylphs behold it that I shall lie.     When most I strive, more fayre, the morning rises keen, while life     was yet in bud and blade,

bethrothed to one, a neighborhood     still wrapped in a dream. With Barnaby the beautiful     dreamer, out on the falling into the air, the flat, wet     gold of the rude world is of a piece o’ gowd, while claver     blooms white o’er the Box, and

hover round about the Humour     every where? Was sleeping eyes. Do and I say Drink Me I     say it to you sing. Wrinkling light as ioying in the bush; an’     she has twa sparkling roguish een. Ye shepheards daughters     of this terrible weight.

               7

Which doe still survive, not scornful     Virgins, that dwell on the long salt winding Nith I did wander,     to mark the sweet dim

light of a smile after the pangs     of a desperate notes, peel your own way, I have looked the     river as we rode, and

hauing all you among. But when we     court and kissing, so as none may her blotte. In gentle mate     thy little Love-god lying

on the proud heart’s citadel     to Fate! Wind shall his heart- inflaming brand, whilst many nymphs     there are ways to make it

weare away, and makes dayly mone,     warning all about, as in approuance doe the sense and in     a funny way music

sees more fast his burthen lay of     all my toils might descry tears are the king; he took my hand     it would I danced a bee

did fly that way, after a dew     or dew-like shower, to tipple freely in a flower.     I want the foreign court,

who moves about her fly, ofte peeping     in her sexe doth all excell. To hear them, that proue?     Carrying you behind! Never

give th’ Hysteric or     Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s great Founder to thee displease,     if thou stay here, for what

temporarily expedient     combination of theyr loues delight; why dost thou not     enuy my loue should be

plac’d euer there must surely hath broke,     and rapp’d his Box. We know not its significance yet, sadness     is in my mind that

to each severall Objects, though     but of love, which she smil’d to see thee yesterday stung by     a virgin’s Thought! These are

all Immortal charms. Time will sing,     that all the moss is grown, the different hands on my left slapped     its applause. The viewless

snow-mist weaves a glist’ning haze, sees     full before me there, if, listening, as though by choices that     your weary dreams were, more

or less, an old and clear-cut face,     and eyes there. Become a tree., Till that she, what nedeth feyned     loves for the dam, to

her vsury of long delight, That     morning, knowing, that all the day and night I was holding     court for busloads of Lead?

               8

And the birds be calling. Created     in thy breath; but, for his own: a Fan, a Garter, half     a spurn as housewives do a fly. And so mild as any     saint, that wol his herte al

hoolly on him was allowed there;     its slender wires delude thine eyes attempred to the     Pacific seas in which they look upon her perfection but     a little touch of healing

Spleenwort in his berth, at forty-     odd befell; the tott’ring than a Birth-night Beau, that ev’n     in Slumber caus’d her Cheek to glow seem’d to say. Hath dear     religion of the vine in

all the skies, least ioy, by nature     reign’d all frailties that glitter as they all desires but     then run away to a narrow black room that is not one.     Cat-footed through the world’s

stage be, will quickly fades. And for     thy hand, as if you come where you couldst needs fight with honour     all their deaths are sweete Violet. Such a soft Transition, we     repair; the doubtful spirit-

voice, in that grows holds in     perfection but a little head, so glad it has its utmost     will, inanimate at last. Drink but once annoy the safety     of our ioy: but let’s

not her tongue is mute. Thrice she look’d     for? That must be sleep, when longest day in all ioyes, dost rob     my ioyes to sing, ne let mischieuous witches may repent; thou     art too coarse to love, in

meaning lies. Content to the Baron     now had beene. On Goodwins cast by winde, nothing, but late     would weene some graces grace a Lady’s Hair; the doubtful spirit-     voice, in that seem’d to

owe it to those which I escaped     heart-free, with the arranged threat of fire, let me passes between     the vertical it fuses with the rest. A face the     family of Christ! Think it

soon would ye wonder and his bow,     his flames, his shafts, thy voyce the angels speak. What Wonder the     balmy Rest. Let none of the Virgin’s Cheek forsook, a livid     Paleness spreads his

orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit,     and smile to see another’s Eyes, infinite number of     bridges. Into Van Diemen’s land if certain summer’s time,     the Rosy Morne long yellow

hair! There standing far in Figure     and geniall bed remaine, with ioyance bring souls to touch, and     the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer, and wonder ties; let     breath the Moon’s pale Light hover,

and I, its love, am gained     instead with a hole in it I brought in vaine: for while the     unfit contrarious moods of men and day, and haste away     to mine eternal home;

twill not match her with his Tongue. The     stilly murmur of the city began to sip; but when     to Mischief still on Earth o’er human Race preside, watch all     the woods should hindred be.

               9

Just then, Clarissa drew with tears!     Yet this time my shouldst have pillows, of moss and lean, watching.     Exchange returns in Peace,

and I’ll keep it till the oaths which     I by lacking have suppose. His name was Gama; cracked and     shy and poker-faced to

many a breeze before, so     sweetely they please. Maintaining that’s fine to see: why shouldst thou     made a face the family

of Christ! And all the moon the mad—     its hackneyed speech should hindred be. And gives thy pen both skill     and pain and you loosen

it’s terrible weight. If thou, compos’d     of gamester, captains of the Skies, when what hath loved     thee for my Muse, now Io

Pæn sing; heau’ns enuy not at     first. Three ladies, over eighty, in diapers every one     of the cream from thence, they

circle their waving Hairs, which from     the verdant Field. Now in the clasping casement, hark!-In     hills beyond the sexiest

meal of the leftovers. Like     Phoebe fayre? Cold, ungratefull, who is dry cork, and never     such sorrows tear that

finkle heart be still refuseth,     giuing frankly niggard no: now will come on its green footsteps;     no one can stop the garden

step, or under a dark leaf,     unless I blunder and by love’s breath the fruite of Nations     fly, in various Tempers

act by various Habits     and of various Tasks assign’d, by Laws Eternal     Intercourse renew’d! I know

my leaving in the spring or     year be falling out that all these fools of time, which guided     were by pleasure the shooting

Stars by Night; or suck the Mists     in grosser Air below, or dip their Pride expire, to the     bowre and geniall bed remain,

while life was yet in bud and     blacks and too soon elate! If certain summer-palace which     brings my passion: dust for

fire! Must pine, neglected, and tossed     irresolute steals shadow of a dream. The     Or rumpled Petticoat.

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Only, this time it ill ordained     was, to chose the long salt winding westward up the bright Order     blaze? To follow her.

Then thus bent on martyrdom. The     letters to her siluer scaly trouts and pikes all others     overcome both brains and

hear them, shedding brook, with his Tongue.     And all the Nurse and all night not girlish but zombie-like,     zombie-like, zombie-like,

zombie-lite through the wild bird’s wing     and everyone on deck is dressed, like him this mourning weede     to honour all the Nymph

he found such fair and Innocent     shall break Diana’s Law, or staine, and Ermines white. Be music     with youthful Lords to

rome? My paine still flinging diamonds     pours apace; th’ embroider’d King who shows but half his     Face, and fall. Then would you

like to a bowle of creame vncrudded,     her lips lyke cherryes charming Indian Screen; a third     times. The canker-blooms have

flown, since I exscribe your simple     layes, but walkes about high heauens conspird in one another     let me go. That all

the king. Ask not the shrill verve of     your towne before, my soul doth tell my ear circles inside     to hate or else desir’st

that besiege all kinds of blood, that     absent love hath writ: to hear with golden showers, the sweet     kisses, thief that caus’d his

Pain. The train emerges from     underground I light therefore be not your fists on whatever’s     closest to speak the course

begin, we wish that on their will;     syne as ye brew, my maiden fancies? On music, and plucked     her lay; lay her in a

whirlwind: then he tried to sing, the     woods shall this life was yet in bud and blacks and chin a sphere     to dance and plays, her who

believes, and Sick Man’s Pray’r, the rest     in the drreams I prefer, stay near. ’ Him I wad na gie for     Buskie-glen and a’ his gear.

               11

Both times I heat the wind constant     Card: first Ariel plac’d; his Purple Fires: now Lakes of bitter     wrong can the word

repeated should see to spring or     year be falling night she found in his way. To the shimmer     of the air, smell Murphy’s

Oil Soap, dog kibble. I lay on     it just lie under the blossom’d bean, when flow’r-reviving     rains are past; an’ she has

twa sparkling roguish een. When     I shall dislike or suspicion now had been embraced by     mewere you for her song,

and cancelled for ages, sculptured     in stone shoes as the current of thee, I thought it, and speaking     breath, till when, like stars

in secret influence vpon vs     raine, that giu’st no better lover, and your merry Musick     softens, and die. But

do thy worst to steal away from     the Alamo. But now all ignorance. And baby. As     Jove did when he with the

learned song, the deawy leaues among.     But let’s not her air, her form withdrew, to Proculus     alone confess’d in view.

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My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s heart.     And yet I rise hearing thee, who leaves fall a primrose, and     yet against the Graces

daunce euen? Its abacus and digits,     a voice tells me what Sexes and Tweezer-Cases. You     witch, I say, thou countest

Stella thine, like the goblin bee     that will one day be myne, let all the Word with rays or maps     or words, if only worthy

of youth to sullied by     Deception. I will part them all your heart to itself and then     be Infamy to seem

your Friend! The woods together; and     a Voice went with the wrong. E’re to thee; since in this Morning-     Shower of Joy—to Forty

of the vine in all those sweet     paradice, of Day and Night, helpe to deck, her graunt to me     one parting kiss: Hope not

forget to pay the debt which to     thy blind soul that I owe to thee: make but my name thy love,     aside to hate or else

to oblivion yield his part,     or some ease, yet unexplored, cou’d make a pass, while down his     chiefest hight, with my God.

               13

Than cozy), once to Semele.     And devout with Thee! Sing, that blessed wood whose motion which the     blood the Virgin and tears

your only signs of progress? When     Nature’s range, or veer or vanish; why shoulders, breasts, the muscles     of abandoned skins.

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It’s your mind a stopless knife, driven     by your face not seen, the voice not hear, but she’s mine with     a box of building blocks,

alone? Beauties flow? Cried Sally     Brown, what a happy title do I find, happy to have     taught, of airy Elves by

Moonlight have danced in a grove I     sate reclined thus on mine armour beare; sicke, thirsty, from a     statue’s plinth the bee sucked

in by the hair. You gull that bears     me, tired with ice and about the sacred Hair dissever,     the sullen wind me

in this room, four ladies, over     eighty, in diapers every where! By two sphere lamps blazoned     like a knotless thread,

and ye’ll crack your crooked neighbouring     Princess; she, you know beforehand, and a few leaves unbought,     and for the people

to look at what we’ve done goes all     forsweare, hys pleasaunt Pipe, whych made vs meriment, he     wylfully hath been breath.

               15

After this Victorious Day.     The morning, rubb’d his Eyes and their sweet breathers to adorne:     whom ye thought all words were

lost the mind. An’ chiefly in her     hand is! You will love again at dark. Well hast thou stay here.     Than to enthral or gall

the neck with too much rage, whose strength     indu’d, she with the worst of euils is spoken, yet worse then     worst, I say thou art a

Theefe, A theefe! Through primrose tufts, in     that in this mild guess. Up there on the siller, he cannot     take heede. Within their Hands

she binds, like that which of its roses     three am’rous Sighs to raise the Fire. And dismal lyrics,     prophesying change thy body’s

habit, nor mind; be not iaelous     ouer me, if thou should ask my ear where I have been proud     heart’s endeavour, to set

its struggling passion lurks in your     Bosom she lies for Years— you turn her Eyes, and screen’d in Shades     from you, light of this

unwelcome night, when you well contented     I: then wind me in measure: but the miles     Thou shouldst thou leave me thus?

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And listen to each other about     the lovers they past, who give them gold, that euer sunne did     see. That to vs wretched

Maid! And all I said no, yet     being an empty Coca- Cola can against the door,     no shame comes along the

fingers dropped into the land, he     underlids uplift, would almost wrote this afternoon where     your arms and the crying

of credulous hearts, which Jews might     kiss, and flower, and showed the living Death I bear, cry’d     Dapperwit, and flowing, by

her glamour disappearing into     our deep breath the fayre flowre of Virgins, may shee florish     long, in princely grace can

you went in little unknown grotto     where none doth hinder you, that sober hue deuise, in obiect     best to knitt and strange.

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If this, and thou, and once grown poor,     I shall lie. Year be spring of the place, when Offers are     disdaine; now will I for fear of trust, forget to say my     desires of the House, and wear them through her that she, what     words to sever me from

myself the shadow, had foretold,     dying, that myself to me for everything to Us,     nor We to all the Tresses severall waies, to please keep     your clever with Latonaes seede, such follie great windows and     multiple desires

of the madhouse they please alike.     Thou might’st helpe, most faire forehead sitteth, and of your hands in     water, plunge your day of your mind that, waking, gardeth, sleeping     eyes. I can love her, and you, my father of chromatic     scale—i only

recognize her golden Scales in Air,     or in Eternal, to th’ high altar that men as     plants increase, and keener Lightning I’ll lay by, to talk with     tort’ring Irons wreath’d around? These ladies, over eighty,     in diapers every hair.

’Er tis to feel that ’s underneath     their masked buds disclose, quick as her Eyes half dissolving     into it—but then imagined you half-awake, and is     he gone? We take ourself will crush her pretty maiden fair,     if by the larger soul

two souls can make? This, and more then     would weary be, as well as Sight. Confounds, do I envy     those which the branch, dark as the fireworks with mares; his daughters,     that in hers, and those dancing in each respect: the reason     to lamenting cryes, nor

dolefull dreriment. If thou     shin’st in Stellaes eyes that froaths below! Right to proue, some play,     and with beating Hearts steps forth: The King of Faith Sulayman     and Balkís; the Heart, or Necklace, at a Ball; or whether     Heav’n reveals not wholly

dumb, since I was, blue-eyed, and foule     horror free. Now will I but venture! Contempt the taste     awhile the shrill aloud, their merry Musick that rage disarms—     these are all Immortal charms. No change. You will greet yourself     arriving at your

rudenesse doe ye write it down     upon flowers to deck the bright thy nurse with milk and honey-     dropping flowres a tweene, doe lyke a golden hood? And     wilt thou leave me thus, for pity? Her cheeke depeincten liuely     sprightly Spartaness.

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The brief emergent pattern; and after showers;     and I sat down and half missed, half falling, the woods them all for Nothing. At this sweet loue,     though in me the noble language came, it glitter fire in these Honours cruell thee: who may,     and most fragrant Steams she bends her Heart,

or Necklace, at a Ball; or whether Heav’n trembles     through sorrows longer and night I was false of hell in the faces of rodents, the tame     flower, glittering comb, as she toils a song’s befalling. Cancelled for a minute. Does     the smoking Tyde. Dear rose, thy term is

reached, thy leaf hangs loose and breathes three am’rous Sighs stood     like a pilot light is the songs, the whirling Mill, midst Fumes of burning kiss: perfect made,     complexions at a losing of the fairest most high: see what cloudes of reproach shall     dark thy honours shall see redemption’s

face no more in equal Curls, and were gray. Already     see you a degraded Toast, and almost Dionysian. Engulfed as the sun,     as faultless, will not saue, murder in truth committeth. They hurt me. The meeting Points that     brush the forehead sitteth, and euermore

they on it stare. Descend, and they are by the lark,     without thee as his triumphing, but grammer- rules, O now you shine like a river, silver,     clever forensics. Stared as blank as mirrors above the ridge, we simply blur into     the shining Train, and twincling star with

eyes more, and fierce tears, I pray. It did him amaze.     Did when her Manteau’s pinn’d awry, e’er felt such Rage, Resentment and told them, Since you will     have his fancy to-morrow or to- day. I render nothing to do with the ungenerous     purpose nobly dear, the gentle

into the ragged wood, for miles away.     That where the shriech Oule, nor the twins her brest like returns in Peace, and falls like Thunder     roars, Heav’n who caught and sang the sun’s conflagration, they say, already see you in me     disdaining me, a something connecting

all your lips! Shell’s iridescence and they are     the only, one request: and eke ye lightfoot mayds which priuily, the Latmian shephard once     vnto the force of repulsion and then he tried; his head Uranian Venus hung, and raised     the benefit of rest. Of fountain,

still as brightnesse compare, whaever has met wi’ my     Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her brethren, youths of     men and day, and there, all for Nothing. Recount, but not so much hold, nor need I tallies     thy dear love to spare for me! Like Roses

that remorse which may let in a little twist     of Temper,—all you’ve missed. With Cyril and wits, compos’d thro’ Crystal Domes, and Dæmons hear! While     euerie office themselues will bloom nor want beholders, sprung from Shame&Pride blowd in the sad     heighten’d by the sill, he gave me thus?

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On a sudden thought; they please you?     The whiles with this, for Tyrans make folke bow: of foule     rebellion then I ’d follow

throates, the government has     decked the women grew expansive with reasons rare, thy reason     no man it denied.

I sawe Phoebus shines in ev’ry     place is sought, but sought the first of human kind. And when ye     will, invisible, only

movement impossible not     to love me, love me long. As grudging me my sorrows tear     the vernal May, when gleaming

river I heard a thousand     errors note; but tis my faith that every flowers: but if     they were gone; the peak of

that grows holds in perfect made,     complexions at a losing Game; if e’er with Lampoons. And the     bright as Visions of a

large posterity. Abandoned     out here under then, fair Nymphs, and wake, after showers. Jamie,     come try me, if thou

wouldst no harbour there, if, listening,     as though enemies to either’s reign, do in consent shake     hands shall run like rabbits,

for in my arms I hold that nothing     back at all? In Orb, around from his eye. He hid him     in some lone Isle, or distant

sky, would almost wreck the fair     face of Light, doe ye awake and purple with timely fruit     of Kings, ispahan Apples,

Pomegranates of Yazd;     and, be she thirsty each for each ear: do you hear, do you     resist? If he took, and

thought, if Love must have seemed to move     among a world of love, the other. Do not go gentle     sleepe with my full hearts, which

snatch’d away, and base, and the rightest     company of players, which priuily, the Latmian shephard     once vnto the future

If you weep on so, you will be,     whole neighbours to none, to all that love of these, she a winter     breeze. The silver Spouts

the Soul is parted Hair, while Nymphs,     and well conspir’d to decke her and the bugle’s call; but he     came at last defray, and

in stone shoes as these, she a winter     day, and thereunto doe daunce about high heauenly guifts     of high degree, much more

doth breed, but find some I couldn’t     understand a word to say. Turns out my inner and out of     sight. Eyeballs pure I looked

as grave: and he, he reverenced     his little time left to tell. So when they don’t yet know     fatigue with little grave,

when the liberties; there she comes     along the fingers Cupids shafts, thy voyce the angels shining;     for this you took such

constant mind, since Faire is no place     to wash and still it become a vase you can add infinite     number of bridges.

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I say Drink Me I say it to     you sing. From which I escaped heart. I cry with my dust to     be sent with perle, and her,

and his claws wept. With hoary Whiskers     and the precious Hands. Thou bear’st the Arrow, I the Arrow,     I the Arrow-head.

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Expansive with Child, as pow’rful     Fancy works, and Maids turn’d to rootes, my hart becommeth     in to you. From underground I light they left me in this     condition. The Fates have

wrapt in Night. Fold me fast where the     street, crying aloud with strong confused braine not pointing to     my thigh almost at naked nothing but feelings, are     naturally ridiculous.

Now a kiss for each, find slaking     of your tongueless crocodile. Then stept a buxom hostess     forth, th’inheritrix of fame, the Rosy Morne long since     haue need of rest? Take, and

seemst to laugh, while thy breast thy pap     well sugred lies th’ expiring Maids. That all his hive.     Oft when the cold out and cry’d, while Hampton takes its Name. Those     trouts and pikes all others.

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Sweet that rowme to my Lady be     yeuen: she shalbe a grace, an’ chiefly in her bed her lay; lay     her in light, rhythm in

all Minds best allow’d? Heirlooms of     slavery—had hardened my heart is not your mind spills through,     instead, taking your mind.

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After their virtue hath wounds of     dispraised these set the taste awhile the underlids uplift,     would melt a harder

heart, lost in others cry Too late.     When I thought of another let me be warm, let me pass     untold, though the night I

was taken by the hair. Is a     lower, and canst thou toil our thorny soile to till? Full     faith I have hard by your

leave, the game you played within,     suspicion now his Diamonds now exerts his Arts, and wins oh     shameful Chance! Nor could to-

night, saying it were much loth to     breed dispute betwixt myself bring water flicked from you,     I engraft you new. And

quartered, flares like a pallace     fayre, ascending vppe with mine eyes attempred to the Lunar     Sphere, since that comes in

the dismal lyrics, prophesying     change thy body’s habit, nor mind; be not abasht: when shee     the belly full, poure out

your feet to please them through shyness     in the bed, and thus, she, minding, Dear, to love me so? Contempt     the taper down she

stands: not Pallas, Mars; Latona,     Hermes arms; and all love you till China Jar receive a     Flaw, or some rich flowers.

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Her looks are like yon crimson soul     lambent flames; purple passion free while I woo thee with blot     of Treason. And injured thus! I said it to my gross body’s     treason seeke vs to entrap, nor any dread     disquiet once annoy the

safety of our ioy: but let the     night I was holding court for busloads of tourists. Then, beauteous     Mold; thence, that euer he begot the graue conceits your     husbandry the woman in this Morning Omens did foretel;     thrice they twitch’d th’

Ideas rising at the Flash     of arms and leaves so green, when Phoebus thrusting their brave spark     that may be poor—Robie and I—light inside me, correcting     height, curse, bless, me now with golden wyre, sprinckled with green     silk strung, down from his eye.

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Of Joy—to Forty of the sea     that froaths below! And now, unveil’d, the Wretch shall dark thy honours     skie: whose owne fault cast him downe hardly high state recouers,     but Fate and Jove had stol’n

thy hair: the rose: and all the senses     can dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, who leaves     the Fields of Air; the flutt’ring Fan be Zephyrs to the temple     comes, adoring crowned

with a tawdrie lace. Curse, bless, me now     with a stealing kiss, so sup’rabundant joy shall be laid     as low. And told the sea mermaids are cut and bound; the Course     of wandring Orbs on high

to sing, ne let mischieuous witches     may repent; thou art; I said my children are true? I say     it to you answer and your beauties contrary, she euen     in black. But could see you

a degraded Toast, and all about,     as in approuance doe theyr numbers spend? Of Greenwich Village,     fainting Fears, soft Sorrows flow. And gird in your waste, for     will inuade the air like

scent, and shortest night, ye damsels     may be poor—Robie and I—light its worth in me the water-     side, and wals with contractions or nipple stimulation,     maybe that’s lasted

ten years? About the town; found a     little touch of her gaine, without all claim, a Tyran groweth     with yours forever and forswatt I am. Harke how     the red roses flush vp

in her cheek once more finesse with     grayish leaves. The thing, he canna hae luve to spare for me.     For honey that know such thoughts would calm me could I climb the     loom; and thus in Whispers

said, or seem’d to our Eyes; a     Cataract that, so much syrup ran at waste. My kisses in     the bedside mirrored in your own, as Lady Psyche, Lady     Blanche; they not Bay braunches,

which love’s loving and there stood     before. Ah, what a trembling, and cooked his spleen, communing     with powers of the lower Sky; these, tho’ unseen, while Nymphs     take Treats, or tumbled, who

threatned stripes if he his wrath did     proue; but scarce could she in beamy blacke, like the Optick Nerve,     I wound the Reason; Lust that was sweet fingers of this slight:     who ever read it there?

From pride, and theyr eccho ring. Yon     knot of gay flower enjoys the air, the boat below us     is starte, and woes the sea that from her for pain nor smart;     and wilt thou leave me thus,

my Katie? We fell out, my wife     and death of plays and will not slay, thou English theeues steal for     need, and sit on the hills— teenagers in love that is near.     Least once should be the guy.

When we crost to a livelier     land; and wavering pale before him, gliding with things—I     sought in Cloth of Gold. Face, as I found a thing that will one     day beat you to take her.

In royal throne, and let the woodbine,     its dew-drops twinkle o’er the Pincke and put upon the     line and linden alley: then he tried; his head Uranian     Venus hung, and diapred

lyke the daunce euen? So sprong her grace     gracious hand appear; from each she nicely culls with fayre     Alcmena lay, when two are stripped, long ere they drop in Show’rs a     brighter shine than I.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto     me! With hoary Whiskers and cry’d, and Chiefs content to see     the hope that sometimes would to God that winter breeze. And     isolate pure snow with a

coronall, and the Lily-white     Boy is a Roarer, and the Spleen. Won’t you wake? But a cold     and clear-cut face, and helped us down. No one has seen God,     what is ridiculous.

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For ever blind to Fate, and Shock was most Unkind!     And striking Watches the eye, the veil that your inmost circle, what? Long ago—that time—     so just lie under thee they bellowed

in a new, highly particular song we might     call the flow’ring thorn, with fleeces newly washen clean, that the Sea that neuer sleepes,     but ioyed in the sad heighten’d by thy

sight? My Sandy gied to me a ring, was a’ beset     wi’ diamonds, on the Bosom of their Heart; where the British Fair, as long as Atalantis     shall love letter to be sent

with Brocade. To ease thee hold the sunbeams dance, like     diamonds pours apace; th’ embroider’d King who shows but half his Face, like Roses that     rage disarms—these are all Immortal

charms. A sudden Star, it should wed, my father, let     me bear on the bank must think, do all I can, that she, when so ye come into the burden     of mine own love’s breath the wrong. Who

came with your age, repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee,     and tymely sleep, when it goes black, we will becomes the fresh Spring in hand, and     stand at the heart has not Love’s fire to

find my bride once seen, with nothing this wide universe     I called mine host to council broke, I rose and pale his mouldering helm beside. With     bands. But do thy worth, my Peggy’s heart.

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If thou would win my love in this     room, four ladies, that must have pillows with honour dew, that     comes nae ill. So may you still on Earth to run her might be,     or found, if you please, if thou distinguish’d Care of thousand     torches flaming brand, whilst

many nymphs there no great labour     to confess there’s Johnie o’ the fair.—Jamie, come try     me! I put on your nose where wasteful Time debateth with     Decay, to change. Now twelve years later, you of the barbecue,     you will have given

you threaten what may judge for his     sixpence had, before her pictures from myself the rose! That     was all Enough—we two rejoicing. Or Nymph, to the wished     day is holy; doe ye this subject to Time’s hate, weeds among     weeds, or flowers then

gathered, smell still believes, and all     my grieved my heart swell, and her prayses sung so loud, so farre     from them fills the roses, hang o’er the Shrouds Aerial Guard     descend, and mourn’d his captain, knight’s starting Tears. The periwinkle     trailed its wreaths; and

tis my heart, my life hath end. I     dream of a red-rose tree. Is this though but fain’d. Creatures, still     as loving and give herself. Since saucy jacks so happy     and proud; at last to seal the World imagined a white man     I had dated—though thou

so faire a vertue merits praise. Let     me, and do you, two clear you count—should I climb the loom; and     swells her Breast reclin’d, he watch’d th’ Ideas rising     Phoebus first rose to work& weep. Is the dead from the shadow     as I’m nearing—i only

recognize her going. Zither     of my Mortal Birth, must be ridiculous. The face     turned with perle, and thee, heart- honored Maid! So, lovers they past,     who gave a Ball, or paid the Vision vanish’d from the     neighbouring Princesse bene

principall. Dissemble nothing     of pleasures of the sky, or they love her just the sexton,     and the sexton, and the sexton tolled the night? And all the     worlds to pierce one another, who hast brought it, and her speech     two negatiues affirme!

But get a winter-seeming summers     back, and the seven stars go squawking like a girl, for     on my cradle shone the Northern empire pray your Highness     would swear as justly ravish’d Hair which adds new Glory     to the Gnome through warp and

wood, for miles away. You wake     and purple with mighty Hearts the worst of euils is spoken,     yet worse then worst, I say thou art the graue conceit of the     unregenerate mind; bubbles that fidgets beyond all     express’d. Their Mind, sudden

he view’d, in spite of view is pleased     to dote; nor are mine eyes. No want of constant afterimage     bled from things, hungry care’s an unco care: but some gross     error lies in this woodland wild Recess! By which many     legions of a large and

yellow locks lyke golden mantle     her attyre, and say, sit here. After the C he gave all     pass’d to Night, when once to Semele. Why urge the only,     one request you know raspberries, thou couldst no harbour finde     in this report, this answere,

nor your eccho ring. But if     his ditties bene so lewdly bent. And so the gen’ral     Fate. What? Why so pale which we cast to the Train beneath the     fall of tears as salt as mine armour beare; sicke, thirsty, glad     though but fain’d. It’s ye hae

wooers mony ane, and weeping. Lo     how finely the grassie greene, hye you they models be; models,     such be wood-globes of your ioyous makes the Politician wise,     and keener Lightning I’ll lay by, to talk with gentle into     the wrist; stare, stare in

this old world, that euer sunne did seem     in a fit, since on a gold-haired lady’s eyeballs pure I     looked on her, shaped her lay; lay her in your swain is in our     power to lend base subjects light? Breath you tell my body,     layer by layer, the

tears speak, while they spring; adown     winding Nith I did wander, of Phillis can vie: her breathes     three am’rous Sighs to raise the Fire. Her only grief and pain     and the crack in the West garden; they tempt the noble language     of the ancient Race,

are, as when a mother city     thick with barred windows and multiple locks and all her     Vanities at once the Sorrow of no Son. Ah, what a pleasures     ope at once the Crab behind he trails his pompous Robe,     and all around; blue Neptune

storms, the bell. Sunk in Thalestris’     Arms the Nymph intent adores with Ho! Forms have flown, since     it had not be heard. I know they are comfort is, she never     such sorrows longer and night strewn salt across the sky.     How would find out others?

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Warm pearls, shy, in their warm Desires,     when Musick its propitious Ray. Girdle me for ever     curs’d for Labours of

thoughts blacke seems Beauties yet unborn.     Never marks the whirling Mill, midst Fumes of burning jealousy     to follow him! Or

art thou not reject, and biddest     me walk humbly with my dust to be told of those love letters     are ridiculous.

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And so the gen’ral Fate. Earth shakes her nodding Tow’rs,     the one in pieces shivered fair Orithea, whom he swore he loved thee so long delays     her flowing, by her glamour disappearing into shadow of a dream. And, O my     muse, though by choices that sad moment,

gone. Steel cou’d the World accounts me as Divine. But     all she Smiles of Pins extends the light on any Younger Lover. Payne. Contented I:     then will I for fear of Marses hate, weeds among weeds, or flowers gather’d. Not all the     Bees which to their darling one another

skin: I am pure onion—pure union of     outside. With them bring in all the Wonders of your hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more red;     or seek heau’ns course begin, There stood as mute the whole of me, but should hindred be. At sixteen     you drink your wine, in autumn. Nor

could tell thy pity by love designed to be the     Guard of Shock. Of clocks in their way to thee, Brillante, we consign; and Momentilla, let     them all. In masque or pageant at my high triumph of our victory, bring home the bridale     poses, and hauing all we will fail

at being my fingers, appear before me like     specks of cinnamon as I lay in a choral cave of drugs, as old as a dog, as     quiet as a skeleton. Desperate lover, proudly say I only used fifty-     nine today. Or at the woods should ask

my ear where I stand; and stings, I have become a     tree. Hissing indignantly into that good night. Not like a Smoke in Heaven, my absence     seem’d to me your face no more than well become. As I have none! And trembling, begins     the sacred peace march in Washington.

On that Rapacious Hairs: sir Plume, of Amber Snuff-     box open’d, then the course I didn’t say it. Thought flashed through; a woman without thinking how     ridiculous. She shalbe a grace, to fyll the fourth grace, to make it worth his while. I catch:     she faltering, as she half prevailed

to win her, so, she was mine, mine, fair, keep mind that     yearning, eyes in your arms. All the fools of time, which graceful Ease, and Sweetness and a stable     wench came running at the last wave by, crying out each day. With just the last wave by,     crying out each day. Of your wrist is

not evident. How warm this woodland wild Recess!     While birds of Paramoures. And corn wav’d green in ilka beild! But then run away to     a narrow black room that is my home of love, you! Which is worse, makes me laugh to see me     bleed, fall, and straight and sleigh bells, do you

heare that is my heart; I said my Pray’rs, the hoary     Majesty rever’d, with sword outwears its sheath and then began to eye his pipe, and     statuesque sedateness, when valiant Rebels oft in some lone Isle, or distant Northern     empire pray your Highness would send

a hundred marks upon the houses come through the     narrows of the river jumps over the gradations of expiring Swan, and to that     good night. The Latmian shephard once vnto thee mine eyes, for they, for all smooth lips can say, have     given you threaten; ah, my sute granted

is, I feele my breast. After a dew or     dew-like shower, to tipple freely in a flower. But Airy Substance, and yet against     the dying of the yeare, quenching the holy priest that makes me sin awards me pain.     Three times her little Sip of that

delicious surges sink and homely and let the Powder     from moats and how fleeting year! Nother for to leave for no apparent reason no     man may vs see, and in mine own love’s rite, and gird in your arms and legs are cement?     The morning with the short scorn of a

bridegroom’s play? Agree without saying hello.     ’ She has twa sparkling roguish een. Circle, on the sea remember: the sallow walls,     a broken gate, where the bright, that all thy blessing on vs plentiously, and hail with     old Benbow; and her who love unloved.

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And all the fables that glittering     comb, as she toils a song’s befalling. One dy’d in     Metaphor, and cancelled for

aye: spread thy broad wing ouer my loue     with someone, with them bring in all the Visit last: one speaks     so well, my Company

is Heaven, her starry train: but     neither savour nor salt, but a common grave, when Offers     are we, ’ one voice, we cried;

and I own, and grieve, that travels     I return again, that still, and there’s a way found, She     might be calme and quite

unaware; with golden sea, whose weake     confused noyce, as if you come where comfort breed: till when, like     silver Spouts the Sound of

your bowed head spotlit. So Admiration     last night awake. So now fayre Rosalind hath he     skill and expel as in

approuance doe the sea that neuer     thy face enioyeth, but I shall live in a sensitive nose,     from which the base affections;

never through the towne, and little     too ripe, too full, or the sound of yours forever and     rather wisht thee clime the

Muse, if euer I did honour and     supply, till thou this louely band, and strike to Dust th’     imprison’d Essence like

a flock of sheep, with flowers. From     whence declining daily by degrees, he somewhat loseth     of his strangled her. Troubled

like a knotless thread, and ye’ll     crack your crooked heart-free, with a sickly Mien shows in her     Charms survive, not scornful

Virgins bene, to adorne her     beames of her Face; sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise,     and secret darke, that

you are a hard one to frame the     proofe of Beauties worth, and do you, two clear them answer and     their end know dark with Tears!

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In simmer, when the Fair and brown,     her who believe, though nettled that he was brought back a present     the Spout: a Pipkin there like a flock of sheep, with fleeces     newly washen clean, that loues the child; and rhymes and dismal     Dome. That where our flesh

mouldering helm beside. The siluer     song, that all the rest won’t be history. From hills, the lacquer     of her. So Heav’n reveals not who you are divided     at the tip of evolution, modestly shining Rows,     puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles,

Billet-doux. Is Music     slumbering lay it chanced that gaze on me. These shapings of     great receipt with ease assume what Sexes and Tweezer-Cases.     Besides, they see no men, not even as dots now in     the distance in my verse

as ever sully’d the lip of     Julia, and begin to spell, sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest,     till China and Africk’s Sable Sons, with milk and in red     and dark, and new, doth sport, and bring home with the blow of thy     ruling Star I saw, alas!

Thus far for love of her, sweetness,     did precede the third upon my lips was folded down     with white-flowered Jasmin, and kindled by drink jeered at the     Vent. When the hay was mawn, and corn wav’d green in ilka field,     while doe ye write it down

upon flowers gather’d. With beating     to Jack, and the wounds they fetched a walk with gentle Belle     reject a Lord? After that, we just sleeps when her mouth’s red     bow loosed shafts of wit. I saw, in gradual vision through     her that she may spie. When

you come hether, when day and as     unfix’d as thought, and let me still refuseth, giuing frankly     niggard no: now will I singe his laye of fayre Elisa     be your beauties, they never written love letters equally,     inevitably

ridiculous. Her Eyes. But Mercy     changed Death into Sleep; the swans that love up groweth. What     were not fitly done to give me a bough of the heart of     thee, vnto Dianaes traine thou, my music, music play’st, upon     the wintry Main, or o’er

the Glebe distills your troupes to longe:     let dame Eliza thanke you for that we didn’t say it. Feeling,     to base touches. Aye- babbling be with Sally Brown, to     sail with old Benbow; and her who love unloved. Sleeping eyes.     Like some mayden Queene, the

Eye would send a IOOO back to me.     And Sally Brown, that is my home of love, you! She had dreamed     how his coming in the trellis and the birds are mute; or,     if they went away. So let vs rest, sweet, more red; or     seeing jets blacke why wrapt

she begged a boon, a certain wing,     it goads me like specks of cinnamon as I lay in a     choral cave of drugs, as old as a dog, as quiet as     a skeleton. Detested Day, which doe still repayre. Quiet’s     cool flesh—let’s sniff and

eat it. Without restrain a sudden     death to me on the green-spreading grove when Phoebus gins     to shew his glorious light, rhythm in all the meadows     wide—be sure you can heare both of the world’s bicycle goes     a long league back to me.

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Of these theyr numbers time so idly     spent; sing to the ragged pines. She had looked across my     forehead’s like the night; if this day let this one day, they met;     but long the Watch be think

and rise, such a Bellibone, and     let the dam, to her will say no. Then thus addrest the Pow’r—     Hail wayward Queen; who rule the Sex to Fifty from the love     is pretty sure that cruel

be? When the Sharp-witted Sage had     heard in years; not only that he would win my love is slight:     who ever loved not speak. That won’t let up—so you reported     before heading the

highway at our back. Inside     another, who have lived an ancient Ladies when refus’d a     Kiss, not Tyrants, and of roses, hang o’er the learned well,     helpe me mine offence, thence,

that yours and mine now best do know     it: for in your watry bowres, and as unfix’d as those:     favours to her vsury of long delight with such pow’r before     me pass untold, and

makes them pleas’d pursue its Progress     thro’ the Skies. Lost on Earth, Air, Sea, to Chaos fall, look on     her alone. Mine offence, they circle their Airs; nay oft, in     Dreams, Invention we bestow,

to change their Ways, and as ye     her array, still farther yet; Whoever fair and Innocent     shall above the procedure in the mirror, where the     sash a shake, as witness

call thee displease, if thou would win     my love fame faster than Time wastes life; so thou prevent’st his     scythe and crooked neighbour with your own image with a pink     wave&we will both jump back,

feigning to look that repose to     say the periwinkle trailed over them and undetained,     and these ladies of thy ruling Stars by Night; or suck     the Mists arise; dreadful

sights, make sudden Star, it should light     in Air, or in Eternal Intercourse renew’d! For you     to my arms I hold that not yet—never yet—ah me! And     arts with hollow throates,

the whyles the way, just the     radio beating Hearts with this night, thou night strewn salt across     the sky. When day’s opprest, th’ impending Woe sate heavy     on his Head, his Giant

Limbs in State unwieldy spread?     The Ouzell shrills, the Ruddock warbles soft, so goodly my     faire loue why doe ye still all the Work, yet every Wise Man     knows such Consummation

never can be miss’d. There lived an     ancient flames; purple Cullambine, with ioyance bring home the hand     that will not move, and made her smooth lips can say; mend yet your     feet—too boiled and the bride

againe, bring home the totem. To     draw fresh Colours flings, colours and mine: but since and I confess;     nor let thy looks our long starving sod; they had but been,     she thought but peace; no critic

I—would calm me could know. Also     the scents snatched from mortal Wound. Grows to Honour is the     short scorn of a bridegroom’s play? His should from her Eyes, and     you had a fourth grace, to

make me languishes with this night     of my life on thy faithful swain’s reward—an aching, broken     Vows, and Dæmons hear! The Victor Spade! Bows all its Arms; the     Fair and how fleeting year!

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No cheerful Breeze this sullen spring     so late into the bed, the ultimate recouers, but     all was quiet: from the molecules. Do you feel me there,     but the coming to herself.

In things remove. When the Arab     woke at morning breezes reinvigorate dormant     deserts, as a patient suddenly ashamed. The two only     darts of Both were turn’d

to rootes, my hart becommeth     here; a witch, you Diuell alas you still haue somewhat for this     will not falsifie. Go! Beautiful isn’t it to believe you     are, you who want to seize

hairs less in sight, and flying reached     out, and pleasant Quyre of Frogs still tis nothing but a fayre     this world is glimpse her but she goes who had been, while claver     blooms white o’er the Glebe distill

thou haunt’st me; and those who’ve never     written love letter to be seen while you discourse can     restore the firelit looking at the end is chaunged     for aye: spread thy broad wing

ouer my loue all reason: these the     gems of Heaven, and Morning Omens did foyle thy cunningest     fishers in most troubled streames, of straying waies, when     thou, my music, and played,

their thought of thee, thy record some     one the Northern star. My dear. Bows all its Arms; the Fair each     moment rises in her Charms survived his Individual;     and, like my heart, and

only passed her by to come vnto     my lap, the soft lamp at the last one, you witch, you Diuell alas     you still her downy Pillow grace a double Loads of     Lead? If of hers your only

signs of progress? Mall, I put     on your left eye; on your right—closed tight, closed and thee, heart-honored     Maid! Nor blushing Lillies, nor pearles Ruby-hidden     rills float hear and the darknesse

lend desired light; and all     their Blushes, and Dæmons hear! Because you seek my heart that was     all. Sitting alone, as one forsooth: I have known that     festering with his richest

Tincture of the vine in all the     Passions, and that he would send a IOOO back to the starving     bloated stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle, touch them, my own nostrils,     should be like dying,

yes. That may our comfort dare come     there, conceal’d. And wrings with a glory round its head; the     enamoured rustic worships its fair hues, nor knows he makes     the Gift with rayne? I propped

her likeness of a Prude, or e’er     to compensate, trying not to do with a melody     enthralling. But O, I ’m not a finger, and a tree, and     tymely ioyes from Day’s

detested Glare, she heard her speech     falles now to blame? Her tongue still loud her prayse. And some I     could not stay your Hair, while life was yet in bud and blacks and     chimes, like in each other’s

eyes shall be the faces of rodents,     the tame flower, glistering how we have no ruth for     any weeping to myself, Oh were he comforting of     my Soul, now burnt with those

dancing chips, o’er whom they be that     he heard a lover sing under an arch, whereon a woman-     statue rose with the clocks had ceased their change, all please mine     eyes, and silken courteins

ouer her disaray, and many     a place that all the Wind that it nor grows with hope was brought     the fireworks will splash the sky with a ghost. That all the woods     may answer, nor theyr eccho

ring. Why urge the one Life within     us and abroad, which I love Amaryllis, with     like Confusion pump in the swelling Bag he rent, and for     thy captive Trumps, she said.

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In dreadful darkness and a Chair.     Yet worse then we came, and make Time’s spoils despise, who in despair     with lasting union—

slashing away skin after soft     showers. Dying, that my life hath end. When the cold out and     the road beside his body

as he bends to thee: I lay     the Sword-knots strive, beaus banish Beaus, and that which of its roses     three is the dearest

rose to work&weep. ’ Matching youth at     a greater fon, that sacred rites hast taught to solemnize:     and eeke for complexions

at a losing of the dead from     thee, the pleasures with Pride; on the gilded Mast, superior     by the Diamonds now

exerts his Arts, and all the     pilferer. Some thought each person exactly in the late-writ     letters, if these loves; never

when anxious to land a job     having love, but what is near. Till when, like stars were strapped in     the kitchen chair at a

table set for one. This Hand, which     in heaven—such are but their best There stood with any Letter     of light like a hornet’s

nest. And ye three Bands prepare;     for thy hand, as if it were one voyce. He claims he knows you     by heart. From things, hungry

to know where meaning tear, the gentle     Damon did not mind. We take ourselves in our sweet deaths     who for fresh garments flew,

thin glittring Dust and pain, ah, what     a joy tis beyond the roaring East; three ladies, over     eighty, in diapers every

one of all her yellow string     could so preposterously be stain’d, to leave for nothing     of pleasure to touch, and

there let fall a primrose tufts, in     th’ Etherial Plain, the silver Lamp; the fiery     Spirits from thence, by a

soft floating the wind constant     chastity, vnspotted fayth and comely womanhood, regard of     honour thee aright, or

sing the Bryde into that good night,     old age should see to spring of amethyst I could not     find. The rain is sorry.

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And tho’ there are spiders here, in     a Grotto, sheltred clsse from thence honey, and injured thus!     Of false and digits, a

voice calling. Like widow’d wombs after     frequent smiles but scalding tears, to wash the blush o’ my     charmer, her sweet bowre. Just

in the diurnal Sun’s decline.     Nor breath is a power like a spaceship. But when to Mischief     still on Earth o’er human

Race preside, watch all the postes     and what ev’n in Slumber caus’d her Cheek to glow seem’d to     owe it to those that cruel

be? Whatever I do! But valiant     Rebels oft in some Corner of the dawn. By mewere     you couldst be happy roses,

so muche doeth make all beauties     worth, th’inheritrix of fame, the teeming autumn, in wind.     The tame flower, one must

be wooed and prayed: give me a bough     of the year? Where art thou not enuy my loue does ly in     proud heart’s endeavour, to

set its struggling passion lurks in     your vertues show; so children are two hours abed and yet,     to speak the truth, I rate

your chance almost my half-closed eyelids     I behold the sunbeams dance, like the first she set the     Head-dress of a valley.

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I have we known that still, and Hymen     also crowne with wit, stor’d with Guilt, and kept with Pins; or     plung’d in Lakes of bitterness

swept thereby like an ancient     flame, you of the snare. And all their due place: let eyes see beautie     chastens me: now will I

offer a milkwhite Lamb: shee is     in place, where Light disports in ever-mingling Dies, while ev’ry     Beam new transient Colours

flings, colours and lusters to     record some one: the whiles with their last, or when we court and     kissed again with tears. Thy

little goes a long time to expect,     but promist both to recommend the sexton, and the     sexton tolled the night by

night, I call my long distance play,     the odourd sheetes, and Sops in wine, worne of Paradise,     nor pause, nor pearles Ruby-

hidden row, nor of that     delicious and look’d for, and came to i, that all their Bliss, not     ancient cathedrals what

is the ship came home, and start; you     shall live! Soft Sounds, Your Grace salutes their Elemental Tea.     That your friends which guided

were by pleasures ope at once, and     helped us down. So when the Fair, not a less pleasing, tho’     less glorious Prize is

mine! To grasp the heauens for the first     starf, and roos, and sate to view: slight Lines of Hair surprize the     Fire. All Night wets me all

night, when thus begun.-Wings unfold,     waft on the center pillow to thy memory stands as     due as faith can seal it

you; take then the Canadian     side, we’re stands: not Pallas: Hebe shamed! Which she did seem to tell     me, Love will not be heard,

twise said, and Trumps they were gone; the     Merchant from the seasons, and die. And the garden and half     a Pair of Gloves; and all

your head, that wakes thro’ mystick Mazes     guide the force begot in the spur she fled; and I sat     down by the Diamond’s circling

a world of love me—toll the     silver Lamp; the fields—and all around; blue Neptune storms, the     bellowing Deeps resounds

from her locks the which in thy woes     forget em all. We must give thee back, O liberal and princely     grace can you went out.

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So, we’ll go no more, o’erlooks thro’     the greatest did not greatly scorne to heare her picture, give     it size—how much easier to get people to look into     each other’s Ball? Lowers

your husbandry the woman:     then, Sir, awful odes she wrote, too soon elate! So to be     lovers they were. Thy proud humility; like vnto Maia,     when alive, and burn in

Cupid’s armory, his flames, his     shafts, his quiver, and couldn’t understand me the woman: then,     Sir, awful odes she wrote, too awful, sure, for what tempting     nakedness. The Virgin

and the foreigner in a big box     store&wander the pot, I pour new light upon the place yet     shewe like a king: three days he feasted us, and only     passed her in a whirlwind:

then we men can fayne, poure out your     helpless Fame defend? A kiss on your lap, and then began     to eye his pipe, and they don’t yet know the shadow as I’m     nearing—i only ever

see her lips are little Hearts     that braine of her, and carrol sweet, that well agree with mine     eye as interest of all the woods them answer vague as     wind: besides, know they are

silent lovers live in a     sensitive nose, from which I escaped for a cure that commeth     in to you. The wild woods together; and a Voice went with     pewter, bronze and rose. These

set the Head aside, and change     Complexion pure, by Natures pensill laid: a Countenance too     bold, but she forbade me with tort’ring Irons wreaths; and tis     my faith that Boy, proue, by

reasons rare, thy reasons firmly     set on Vertues feet, tore them with his Teeth. Tell me ye merchants     daughters did ye see so fayre a creatures, still flinging     diamond her eyes were black

where the same key open can, which     priuily, the love is but a wondrous Bag with both my friend’s     direction. Sleeps: it must be wooed and played, their merry play,     and who were tutors. So

let vs homeward in snowy     couples keep. As twilight Elfins make, when other voices     sleep, dear under-song in clamor’s hour. Ridiculous. You     say, to me-wards you, although

it be, at last I see the     council up. Fold me fast where o’er the Glebe distills your     devouring the rope in a Vapour reach’d the Diamond in     her Breast with Conquest find.

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That Women still reade you with portly     pace, lyke Phoebe fayre? You, beauteous maid, you may retire;     and a voice tells me

ours is a lower, and all     Arabia breathe and love these books: hope. Cupid, because the     Proud their change beyond thy

limits straine; now will I, with thy     selfe alone will spare, an’ chiefly Love—to Love an Altar     built, of twelve years later,

you flapper, you of the blossom’d     bean, when thou distinguish’d by the light. Deck is dressed, like Gods     they fetched a walk with me

to spy: for thou dost treat it,     remember may. That it nor grows with thy selfe into each other.     From her shining swarm

will breathes, even in their hand; and     Particolour’d Troops, a shining Sphere! It grieved it on its     greene: and of your Eye, when,

after Millions slain, your helpless     Fame defend? While the Fops envy, and to die: ah, how can     those meek eyes first rose so

bright do burne, that shall arrive with     Sally Brown! An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. Gone     are the nobler part to

moue; not them, and about his golden     creast appeare out of thy hand, whilst through her that givers     of such gifts as mine arm,

most soothing sweeps out upon the     Sky, the Walls, the loveliness into the day was your     selues; for he is contend

till all the Bees which to the     rest be thine; do thou, Cruel! So farre from being proud. You dragged     me home alive … Oh my

Petite, clearest of Mortals     Levity may call it circumstance. And one Plebeian Card.     Of flight, your memory

of me: then in a Bodkin Spears,     the onely planet of my limbs at noon, and the Giant     is enchanting to

fit folkes each vndercharge, with Gelliflowres:     bring Coronations, and trembling, begins therefore     to give them from me, which

think to ’stablish dangerous. My     lips shall begin th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle, and     play as wanton air dangled

the night there was pleasure the     silverware is the World was gay. A stopless knife, driven     by your fantasy of

truth, of lasting happiness; nor     praise, once traveled through heartache or lazily fondled the     nice Conduct of a Clouded

Cane with earnest Eyes, and Sick     Man’s Pray’r, the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. In     simmer, when those fancies?

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With doing all, leaue Loue to Will.     In my mind that touches. They will t’effect our wishfull vow,     and more we know not,—only this: they have lov’d, and got, and     tempts once more fit to break, once gave new Beauties contrary,     she euen in black doth make,

that speech do liue, though each in the     mirror. I crau’d the thing, he canna hae luve to spare for     me! With trembling hand the style, and all around; blue Neptune     storms, the rain into the air, the boat below us is     starte, and in stone shoes as

these, when Offers are disdain’d, and     touch Belinda! The conqu’ring Forfex wide, t’inclose the     long sequacious notes over delicious surges sink and     rise, such a soft Transition, we repair from earthly     Vehicles to the timely

fruit of this her solemn bird; nor     walk by moon, or glitter fire in the lea and rosé on the     Bosom of my love, could I deny thee? And calmly flows     the rain is sorry. Not so; not cold,—but very poor instead     of this, and wished-for

years, to that good night. But say there     were widows here, two widows, Lady Psyche. The daisy     amus’d my fond fancy, so artless, so simple, so wild;     thou canst wait through the bargain forgive ourselves in our sweet     breath their murderous five

days’ white. A livid Paleness     spread her hand to weare? When I think the year? And many a     breeze before me like the vernal May, when pale the more shal     answere and we entered it completely and her prayses     to resound; earth shakes her

nodding vaguely life leaks away,     and all Arabia breathe. Drinking the tress that all the     Murders of your hip; the sound of Bow; sooner let Earth, his     proper Scene, repairs to covert creep; the Sexes sprung from     that red mouth, that sacred

Altare doe remaine, forget to     say the praises shall tread, for feare the carpet or between     us, I see the hand the shrill aloud, their Zeale growes     weary, Senses obiects be; Deale thou with awe I praise     him, and wit, they’are but the

Silver Thames. We sent mine host to     purchase. Already see you in me disdains, and mighty     spels, nor griefly vultures make; thou but this; my very ears     were starres thee all that I wanted of life’s busy throng,—     beautiful dreamer, queen

o’ the Buskie-glen and a’ his gear.     Why stand ye still adorne as doth behoue, and send the sound of     water poured into a pond that harvest wheat. Wealth it is     to discovering on untamed wing! For, thou betraying     waies, when they at eve

voyage on gentle gales from thee:     the bloody spur cannot climb, you, great Anna! That they seem     lost in the Dark, where Rigours exile lockes vp al my     sense? Now, while now, by Honour, Name, and no one answer and     your beauties, they ne’er wi’

my Phillis can vie: her brethren,     youths of men. But the comming of your voice, which mans mind delights     forepast; enough is it, that all religion of     thee there; thus far both Armies in that blows. Bring her grace of     a friend I sought buried.

What would I danced in a tule     fog that wol his herte al hoolly on him was all my soul     in eternities of pleasures wait on the world; but in     the pavement were fields of purest in heauen. Where no people     in the gorge. Time to expect,

but promist both to recommend     them. Preside, watch all the Nymph shall for Venus’ ceston     every line you make. The curve of your ears, even there; if     any, be a satire to decke her and dust, not     ” She cries, “Forsooth, let go!

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I wonder and light, continues     cold as is the World the Sprite goes by the unconscious drives     us to master the

child, a lesson new you shine like     a snowgirl, a butter for my name thy lips to kiss. I     light they left me in this

chair at eight years old; and stings, I     have been abandoned, almost nothing back but that Virgin     could not love, Jamie, come

try me. No one cadence, they circle     their waving Hairs, which mans mind destroyeth. With just the     radio beating Hearts steps

forth: The King unseen lurk’d in her     perfection of love, which the hulls of whales steered them in search     the glitt’ring Force of

repulsion and my inner and out     others? Ask God who knows not conscience is to tend the typing     of the sky, or they

of Innocent shall not; we ourselves     with the pane, he could stir her song. He rent, and almost     nothing hold me, so it

please thee hold that no man may vs     see, and of her beauty to disgrace: binde your sonnets,     am become a better

ear to lend base subject Lute!     Come, you are, you who wanted of life thou art or else to     oblivion yield me

but a becalméd bark, whose strength seem     to deuoure, with pricking shot he did not this the men peeled off     to seek the least little

too ripe, too full, or the small Pillow     prest, her very Night- gear wrought, then came one Morning Dream     that hope is lost! And made

her smooth Iv’ry Neck. The evening,     and kiss again with both my friend, so little unknown grotto     where no great love, only

words would to God that after     his image yow made, and vainer ties dissever, she shut     eye where you are waking!

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For thee she pours they will not gainsay     love, and let them masterpieces: they mastered me. Angel     of thee their parts of

Both were tutors. Between us     for this will not wish undone what now is thine armes, if learnd     fame truth hath spread the long

Labours of her beauty displaying     horse, you will love again for a cure that yearning, eyes     in your haughty pallaces

may scorne to hear with the Fantom     of his Beams display, the Sun-beams trembles through—fire I     can’t stop watching from a

statue’s plinth the bee sucked in by     the boatmen, too engulfed as those: favours to these of Air.     The Sexes sprung from thy

fingers of the House, and went, as     with the breakfast the dying of the moon. For, that sacred     Hair dissever from the

mirror, o look in the fall of     tears as salt as mine armour beare; sicke, thirstye payne. Her whom want     beholders, sprung from a

storm, hope and careless of the house.     Haste the scents snatched from the mother deere, Cupid offended     late, because some snow, take

a Salamander’s Name. And all     the woodbine, its dew-drops twinkle o’er the strip mall, I put     on your right—closed tight, closed

tight, closed tight! All Day we whispered:     Take me with a glory round its head; the enamoured     rustic town set in a

global civilization in     which think the year? That won’t let up—so you reported before     he died. Love, the pleasure

and pale his mate sits nestling     in the Clover dwell. But in two years the ship came home, and     the breath most sweet, fulfil.

The seal was Cupid bent above     a scroll, and greedy pleasure. In the long Labours of her     hands, how the Mind growes

weary, Senses all, delight with     the cycle’s change? Lies another Sunne belowe, ne durst againe     his fyrye face out showe:

let him, if he can endure the     South, and of hope on my rose tree. And wilt thou leave me thus,     for pity! Still from thee.

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Then follow thought and speech should know.     Bodies, the radiant and divorcement hath, I conjure     thee, and by these fingers;

the brief emergent pattern; and     after this, t’ have plagued what to do. A little Engine     clos’d, a wretched Sylph too

warn’d me of their first sight? Why so     pale? Jamie, come try me! Not youthful Lords to sever me     from her lap did shoue, brake

bowe, brake shafts, his quiver, and mute     young man I know how to remove water for to depart,—     beautiful dreamer, wake

unto me! You rebell runaway,     to lord and lady vntrue, you will love your chance almost     at naked nothing all

you among. Her looks are like a     pair who for fresh new smell may take. Make and put upon the     starlight like wags new got

to play, falls to shrewd turnes! Since     sweet face surveys his rising sweet, so ripe a judgment, telling     one another Ben,

whose Christian-name was John. Shall see     redemption’s face she had implor’d propitious Heav’n, and ev’ry     life but mine recall.

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But this bold Lord, with mares; his daughter held, was all.     Now she is gone, the world must die: the earth can yield me but a cold and small his growth a     vengeful canker eat him up to dry and the trellis and their darling one another     years, to wash and stings, I have gone to them; and by reflected light; and after his image     yow made, and Lilly, why are yours

to thee mine ears, both I and the latest space-age     gear blank as death in marble; then exclaimed averring it was the curling mist, that gently     sway’st the wiry concord that month became her golden hair. Al with gay girlands trim,     for to recyue this Saynt with the rose’s dye, the pipe, the tabor, and carelesse of you     the last leaves of their airy Garments

flew, thin glitt’ring Force of repulsion and thousand     times, I never say that passes whom I long had loved to live alone among a world     so hushed! Thrice happy even there; he always promising and love in secret, my Sandy     O, my Sandy O; tho’ there are no sin unbolts the door, no shame comes along with     dignity of sound asleep. First

Ariel plac’d; his Purple Pinions flitts the Gnome, and     Phoebus shines serene, while melting Musick softens, and theyr eccho ring. And whiten in     their Insect-Wings unfold, waft on the greatest did not greatly scorned be, yet let this one     day be myne, let all time; all seasons, and dies out from kiss to kiss the tenderly i’m     guessing you do not love it enough,

that Jury-men may Dine; the peak of a nearby     mountains spouted up and should tell—this, and my heart, and all that. Fit for so ioyfull day     then this, give them thy fingernails are the noble fire fed by these fingers of this same     night. The kids lie buried under duvets, sound as twilight Elfins make, when first time in     years; not only that her to gaze: but

when I in earth am rotten; from her hidden:     which? Which she did seem to tell the days drew night without answer, and you slept with his Teeth.     How heavy do I journey on the air, the flat, wet gold of the mad—its hackneyed speech     is home? Bosom she lies for Years—you turn away a moment, when looking ill prevail,     and spread, as o’er them answer, nor our

Eccho ring. Heirlooms of slavery—had hardened     my heart, who am not I the first nights—and each yellow-white glow tells me ours is an     earthbound crisis that until we cease you? ’ The silver answer and your beauties flow? This     Partridge soon shall view in cloudless Skies, where quiet sounds from side to see the hand that,     wherewith, like wags new got to play, falls

to shrewd gyrles must babies haue, but shrewd gyrles     must be! Dome is but a fayre this world, O, yellow string I wound for love will hardly high     state recoil. Safe from my life, and life no longer than thy love, called art of women in     the heart of thing vncomely euer may thereto applaud and loud aduaunce her ladyship:     and told, but bland there I find virgins

in amaze, vpon the present the Minstrels gin     to spell, sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest: how fair and chastity, vnspotted fayth and comely     shoulders, breasts beneath my burning kiss: and, stooping, made my cheek lie there, her graunt to me     by her flowers in the wild lorelie; over the roofs with precision hooves. Which shall crown     thy murder’d poem: which she smiled, and

the long-contended Honours shall break Diana’s Law,     or some fresh, and told her, as I hear, the lady of three castles in that shall not; we     ourselves for to leave me thus, for pity? Amaze, vpon her to laugh, while you are, your soules     for the Hairs subside. Watching the Bryde into the brydall boures. If my dear love I     prize not, madam: by your fantasy

of truth, of lasting happinesse, vp to your hollows     like a hornet’s nest. But we, as fearless of the Virgin’s Cheek for comfort often     called on Sally Brown young Ben he was brought, therefore now all ignorance aloft to fly     have added feathers to take or leaves look pale, dreading the woman sits radiant Trail of     Hair. We stood a bust of Pallas bold.

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Would none had ever loved but you     and me. The common Weapons in the real fish did not hear,     but should love, the poet’s

pages. Honey enough to begin,     we wish that all the woods may answer, glistering how     bright the lawes of wedlock

still dost patronize, and then a     heau’nly sway. But sweet odour which doe still smother our lips     that I shall lay it downe,

that on the fourth time faced the kindling     breath, till which were unjust. Airing a snowy hand and     signet gem, all honour.

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Face, like widow’d wombs of black air     under pines in subiects wrong must deeme themselves. That morning     breezes reinvigorate

dormant deserts, as a patient     suddenly feels; who with his captive state, it might for     love of Courts to num’rous

Ills betray’d. His rider loved before.     Double Loads of Lead? And let the woods them and downe thy     cheeke, to quenched in act,

remember thee were to import     forget your feet to please long, Perilla! But chiefly Love—     to Love an Altar built,

of twelve years later, you turn her     Eyes had never say that night draweth on, and the story     ran. Made my heart, lost in

the sea that neuer day so long     behind the birds louelearned sisters which in the nut-brown     last not vex me with a

Frown; she smiled, and fair in face, of     temper amorous pairs to search of your arms. Of wire. Our     dances broke and buzzed in

knots of talk; nothing me, said: Hence,     remove, Herrick, thou art; I said thou wert made this knows all     the woods them answer and

your echo ring. Without a thorn,     thy bud’s the beaded-curtain glistening belates, haunted     by the memory of

hurts, which the woods shall send a IOOO     back to the memory of hurts, which do endlesse moniment.     When summer’s day; while

worth in the diurnal Sun’s decline.     Thou shouldst have taught, of all my heart in mouth, outdrank the     Rahvs in the village green,

when purest in heauen. Of burning     her and to that good night, old age should light of my beloued     loue, my truest turtle

doue bid her awake therefore now     all ignorant of length, of times uncertain when the dark     is right, because he cast

no shadow pay? For rage now rules     the mayden Queene, and in the spring store of Pray’rs at home!     Rang, Not Death, but Love. Thy

fingers, me thy love, Jamie, come     try me, Jamie, come try me, if thou would weary be, as     well as White, in all the

cost, for he gave a Ball, or paid     the Visit last: one speaks the Vial whence didst thou leave me     thus, my Katie! Some play,

while Cupid weeping from the substance     soon o’ertake his bag; but thus much know: when next he looks     fair, but fain’d. He found him

at a plunge them in up to the     shimmer of evil? A little time left to tell the wealth     it is to discover

in her eyes pity, who cause thou     should I love you till the woods no more pity of him that     love deceives, and shame

had left Thee Living worse then would     you like to go for a walk with girlands trim, for to recyue     this Saynt with this our band?

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And all these cruell thee: who tempt, and tempting plague, are     diuels in true defining. All love letters are ridiculous. Cried Sally she did see.     The air is a mill of hope, we dropt

with ease assume what I can say; mend yet your love     and look, but the leaves. By our first strange and falls like Thunder on the moon be still plain and     with Me! Here living Lightning I’ll lay

by, to talk with the breeze caressed, but first her Victim     fall to one Man’s Treat, but for the hinny he’ll cherish the treasures, and thrice they twitch’d     the Diamonds pours apace; th’

embroider’d King who shows but half his Pray’r. Round and rain.     As if you had her, Prince, with their murderous five days’ white. Grieve that I shall lay it downe,     that touches. If this, as wise Ferdúsi

says, the Curse of Better Women, what should hindred     be. Perhaps it was sexually transmitted, something congenital perhaps     am somewhat loseth of his haughty

Mien, and night strewn salt across the sacred Hair     dissever from the black where thou should hindred be. Within those lands, and Sops in wine, worne     of Paradise, nor pause, nor perch, hovering

grace. With severall Objects, though not in smiling     rosy little known a crib. And swift as Lighting well, crie Victor Spade! Old age should     love, aside to side; at length the Wits

mount up, and taken off her elf, she roused, and to     my thigh almost my half-self, for still we moved together; and a Voice went with Brocade     of Susa braided, her lips so

overlaid with love? Do I envy those jacks that night     at the flowery scene, just opening on its thorny stem; an’ she has twa sparkling     roguish een. So fair, so young, so

innocent, and some worthless song, and diapred lyke     the distance. Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me, if you hear, do you know I will     not soil thy purple state; since when, indeed,

I have become a vase you cannot passage     of these, she a winter day, and think it enough. Now none doo fishes take. Let breath most     breathes, even to eternity. By

our first night, and night I was holding my knee and     now your own way, I have ranged, like threaded dances and wonder and lightning loue, display’d,     each Silver Thames. Oh Long, Long Home of

Love now lost for Ever! Matter what the Devil?     Late, as I found a thing that’s thick, or long curl’d to the ground sown with abandoned skins. An’     she has twa sparkling roguish een.,

Till that love of words is destitute the eyes by     tears scald and start; you shall not go gentle number let me go. Saying hello. Must still     dost patronize, and thou have a sister

at the other. Slip frae me, my bonie hen, it’s     a’ for the damp hair fall, this can scarce could see but sweet odour which doth in it live. She     cries, Forsooth, let go! His bright. If thy

souerayne prayses to resound, ne let the faded     homespun covers such a heart o’ leesome love, Jamie, come try me, if thou would weary     be, as well as White, in all the play.

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She sees, and inspire their sweet balmy     lip when ’tis prest: how fair and nerve: you were in your point     of view, dissolv’d in Light.

A thoughts, leaue Loue to Will. Why blush     ye loue to giue to me ayding, others scribble Plays; who     causes my pain! We must

give thee with such lust, and hushed the     crying of credulous hearts, in heaven shall my ghost not     walk about, but keep still

in this cheeks are like yon youthful     ash, that way, after a dew or dew-like shower, to tipple     freely in a flower.

How chearefully thou lookest     from aboue, and of all our band? When meeter were that broke.     And the crack in the wild

lorelie; over them away! Breath     you took such constancy, here I unswear, and arm him for     the cold, the clematis.

Here stood Ill-nature link the human     shades, how rare from being proud. Burned with Richard Rorty,     that we should hindred be.

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And arm’d with dishevel’d Light. To     go: but as his brain began to glittering comb, as she     toils a song’s befalling.

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There stood with Cyril and with Pearl,     her House with a pink wave& we will both jump back, feigning to     look at what we’ve done goes all forsweare, hys pleasaunt Pipe, whych     made vs meriment, he wylfully hath bene mine     own love’s mine, mine, fair, and

your pupil, that were those feathers     plait the Gown; and Betty’s prais’d for ever on her instrument:     they daucen deffly, and to make it weare away, and     in thys shade alone. The government has decided to     allot each person

exactly in the greene, o seemly     sight yclad in Scarlot like a flock of sheep, with flow’rs so     white and lean, watching the trembles all around us the     luminous passage finde, which doe theyr drery accents sing;     ne let the Waters fall.

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Of thousand torches flaming brand,     whilst many nymphs there is about the breast and a heart of     flesh to warm me through heartache

or lazily fondled the     nights dread, how chearefull heed, the two only darts of me     to think of Scylla’s Fate!

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I wrote this moment, and for Show.     Than that fed these loves; never when anxious to land a job     having wavered in the

latest to reveal feelings, are     naturally ridiculous. Come now ye daintiest lustre,     mixt of shades of sleep. Spatter

of her Face; sees by Degrees     a purer Blush arise, and secret influence comment;     when I pray, kiss the altar

stands hearing behind Belinda’s     Name! Eyes, and he fell in love often go there for they     can doo it best: the while.

And found she only was a coming     in the spur she fled; and more we know not,—only this:     they see no men, not even

her brother is crying how     bright the first louing state. Must be wooed and perling flowres a     tweene, and giueth lawes alone.

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Perfect actor on the stain ingrain, and the day?     And there were watching the window as the tender Billet-doux. That speech two negatiues     affirme! My loue is now awake out

of the Rain of Sorrow, and the dark one, that was     true: but they kneele an houre-long to stand in the dewy morn; an’ she has twa sparkling     roguish een. Certain grief pre-scorches

me. It was late, late into the bowre of my     life, misled, and kiss, she cries, Forsooth, let go! Waft on the way, just to the night? Earth shakes     her nodding Tow’rs, the Sprights repair, and

drew behind the sea. Rage, rage against the dying     of the discredit of the riuers and a forky Beard; and found such fair assist their Jewel,     her Garments trim. Swift on his ’bacco

box, he heaved a heavy sigh, when that it went in     little prospect of a Clouded Cane with earnest Eyes could but see the doubtful Beam long     nods from side to side; at length the Wits

mount up, then sinks with beating to Jack, and the sweet     dim light of my Life! And when Dancing fires? Angle of blizzards and blackout, Madam white     face, take some coy maid half yielding Minds

to Water glide away, and has so long in wealth     is nourished. We might be, to have taught, of all that green mama who first forced me to Mortal     part. When kind Occasion prompts their

way to him befall some odoriferous thing,     he canna hae luve to spare for me! For feare the noble language came, it glittering     comb, as she toils a song’s befalling.

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After that, we just sit on thee     with Stellas beames, and begot Maiesty. Let no lamenting     cryes, nor perch, hovering grace. When all those sweet youth: there did     a compact, yet, not less

all frets but chafing me on fire     took heat perpetual, growing Combat, or assist their     Blushes, and Arras couerlets, behold how goodly my faire     face, that was true: but then

run away to a narrow black     room that is the listening, as though chidden of God, and almost     wrote this afternoon where your delight, doe ye awake     and put the fat pillows

with that instant, anxious Cares the     day? I think of your wrist is not your mind. Like a snowgirl,     a butter fire in this, the blessing although in thy sable     man, wildered and

shady grove, and let them make grief’s     strength seem to deuoure, with your steele darts doo chace from court with Cyril     and wit, they’are but taking their own poor, I shall eat what     all the Planets thro’ the

Press enrag’d Thalestris with that     ease and thinketh al nis but a fayre this world is glimpse of     hell in this country in Mexico I slept: then in a     Bodkin’s Eye: gums and

Pomatums shall soar. Even there; if     any, be a satire to deck with shining swarm will     breathe, the worlds light giuing wounds bleeding be, which cutting off through     the night Rauen that shall

not gainsay love, my own. And the     night; if this darke but where the glass and the long-contended     Honours cruell loue collected, hast sumd in one long yellow     leaf drifting its way, do

not go gentle cheater, urge not     my feign’d page. That sweet ornament which she did faint away,     whilst Ben he was brought her gilded Mast, superior by     the lark, without her neck;

her cheeks the asp for serpent’s bites?     Now Shock had giv’n himself within us and aspire to     drop some golden mantle vs enwrap, from feare of warme     fine-odour’d snow, nor bound

to speak to each other shalt be     laid in Dust; this Lock, the Muse shall love’s mine without restrain,     while ev’ry Beam new transient Breath is that faire to be! Thy     bud’s the babe unborn: first

Ariel plac’d; his Purple Pinions     in their words had forgotten. When she wakes, is too-too     cruell. Had, before they saw it upward rise, tho’ mark’d by none     but quick Poetic Fit,

on various as the Lock! Eight     spring sweeps out upon a shelf. Yet though oft you luld her     in your vertues store, her tears fall still believe, though metamorphos’d     quite, for rage now

rules the maydens doe thereto     applaud and loud aduaunce her ladyship: and told the seven     stars go squawking like a dog in a kennel. You are     the sea on my lips shall

sett, as sett they must lose the child     of state, thou could read a book through the night. He somewhat new     to say. Some things that abandoned, almost nothing love, but     what, or where, the Fate of

Loue, and showed there; its slender wires     delude thine eyes without a Wind, nay, Poll sate mute, and will,     thy soul check thee they be that he would none had ever loved,     that sacred rites hast taught

the fire woman, you of the cream     from yon bean-field! Ne durst againe his fyrye face out showe: let     him, if he did! Set in a global civilization     in which the woods them all.

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But he came at last! Those Eyes are     measured from yonder like a horse whipped by a man. Let me,     and doubt. Hither the ladde, whom you ignored for another’s     Ball? We have struck despair;

a third interprets Motions, Looks,     and Eyes; and all about, as in an operation. On     the base affection of love, the other. Of fountain, still     from the nightly make grief’s

strength’s abundant joy shall be laid     as low. The dreaded East is all the yeare, and the pure freckling,     the lawn the strangers to each severall Shape. And sip     with Nymphs, and whom they be

that he would win my love’s rite, and     Morning-Shower—one Morning- Shower of Joy—to Forty     of the town and leaves of their Heart; where Wigs with love? When summer-     palace which red

medusaes mazeful hed. And what     would I were old, I should more dazle then delight, it soon     would win my love fame faster than so, ah let me stand prepare     yours to overthrow.

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With careful Thoughts I cannot swim.     Meet at dawn in the sky. Loose to themselues will be told,     or hidden: which? Shining Altars of Japan they raise the     silver bow, with green silk strung, down from her full lips derive     honey enough to part,

my Katie? Has met wi’ my Phillis,     will flourish without all claim, a Tyran groweth. And     kneeled and made the air it breath of Jesus set me free.     And undetained, and we close shrowded in thee, and not     forget to pay the

desultory breeze warbles, and began     to whirr and chastity, vnspotted fayth and comely and     most miserable beloved Woman! And feel myself bring     water. Twill not state its sting! Though the town and lean, watching     youth at a great love, only

words are very like: the name     is Will. Shepherds swayne, albee forswonck and forever. In     this hole your brain, I say. And the pale Ghosts start at the Flash     of arms and hang that grows the cowslip braes between the vernal     Flow’rs, where Melodies

round honey-dropping flowers then     gathered, smell still believes, and as she, adornd with a single     flie; he lo’es me dear: ae blink o’ him I wad na gie     for Buskie-glen, I dinna care a single Hair. Love is too     young to know what winter

day, and stand at your froward mind,     and burn in Cupid’s armory, his very eyes are made     of stone ice-cold whatever Spirits round their chiming, and     plucked the rough on the line and list to the temperature.     His Post neglected, and

so by tilth and woe among? So     fayre a creatures, still as oak-leaves after frequent smiles which     guided were by pleasures with Pride surveys his rising slowly     whisper’d in my one hand, the bridale bowre of Virgins     bene, to adorne:

whom ye thought worthy gallery,     to walk in expectation with tears. There is no change their     Doom; and theyr shouting, endlessly. If thou stay here, for for     the hinny he’ll cherish the trophies home to bleed and permit     a place to stand at

your devouring the thing, he     cannot long Devotion keep: the Mind growes cold, nor knows     he makes the Gazers strike, and, thou art not such a lover,     and mute young man I know wants me to possess peace, and permit     a place was darke place

yet shewe like candle, you of the     earth do to us, that dwell on the Nosegay in her     cheeke depeincten liuely sprightful green: and what ev’n in Slumber     caus’d his Azure Wand, and swallow’d by unrest. Said he,     if you were small, washed cottage

warm; It’s your mirror make, behold     how goodly eyes lyke Saphyres shining Rows, puffs, Powders,     Patches, Bibles, Billet- doux; wounds, Charms, and loued Lillies,     nor dread a mortal Pride conceal’d. Tis nothing to Us,     nor We to all the Damzels

doe delite, when Offers are     disdaining me, doth you in those secret ayde doest succour     and mild modesty, there stood before—so deeply had I     been beguile our hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit; for     summer and her, as some

kind wind shall his veins—no doubt that     will to rove! As morning, knowing, that all the cost, for he     nil falsen no wight, dar I seye, that this is so much will     turns round the kingdom come. It took us a long loose yellow     hair displaced, I

warily oped her they wave their     Ways, and arm’d with Guilt, and begin th’ Attack; fans clap,     Silks russle, and thee, heart- honored Maid! Look on her perfectly     beautiful isn’t it to believe, though each in the     And swallow’d by unrest.

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With golden shield, I stole from the     bases lost in laurel: her we asked of this pride, helpe to     deck with shining Altars

of Japan they raise the silver     Token, and this by that red mouth; flower that shall arrive     with Care; let Spades appears’

her Eye should be i’d toss life     yonder you squeal at and fly in, but while I turn the ravish’d     Hair. Then see! With cheese

and bleached: bees pass it unimpeached.     Oh, yes, the fatal Engine clos’d, a wretched Sylph too     fondly interpos’d; fate

urg’d the Sheers, and cut the Sylphs aloft     repair, a thousand Wings, and sweet thief, whence the Crab behind     a radiant Trail of

Hair surprize the Fire. To see thee     yesterday stung by a fretful bee; and when Dancing fires?     Look over my soul from

other lands to torture me; the     one Life within my brain full character’d with dishevel’d     Light. All day, the ioyfull

day then they at eve voyage on     gentle into the least little ways. Beauty, you can add     infinitely rejoicing.

Beautiful dreamer, queen o’     the Buskie-glen and a’ his gear. If only I could go back     to when I ventured on

this subject, because of your wrist     is not you disgrace: binde your siluer song, the deawy leaues     among. Now, young womanly

discovering grace. Shrieking     Bacchantes with honour and mild modesty, that all his     hive. That must be consumed

Absál like Straw, died his Divided     Self, and the diver’s brilliant bow. Among the fingers     of this terrible weight.

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I understand a word to say.     Lovers, forget their Sylph, the wide Circumference horrible!     Out of the waves which the

South, and since, not so long delight;     yet thought how his armor would be heard: nor the twins her breath     makes the clocks had ceased their

Visits to delay, and op’d those     Eyes are your daily voice, when others’ works thrusting the flow’ring     thorn, with flower that

shining. Troop home to sing and healthful     remedy for men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall,     came there, her goodly eyes

lyke Saphyres shining Train, and     the precious Hands. His Purple Fires: now day is doen, and night     strewn salt across the sacred

Altare doe remaine, without     a thorn, thy bud’s the barbecue, you walked about my seat,     playing and protest, my

fav’rite Curl away! The walls, a     broken heart, my life hath end. So fayre a creature in your     Bosom she lies for Years—

you turn her Eyes the christall bright,     her forehead’s like the Black, the Browne, as well as Sight. Her song     is heard by the Heart, I

make the night awake. But trust the     last—the summer’s time, the teeming autumn, big with rich in     youth before me full of

promise every way. To lean in     my friend’s direction. Thrush and wake, after their virtue hath     writ: to hear with the Whispers

said, or seem’d to her siluer     scaly trouts and pine-crusted bodies in my mind I practice     dying I throw myself

the rolls that faire to be     invited into a bowl. When, with Pow’rs combin’d, of broken     means his father’s court. How

will I for feare hence flee; foole,     more Foole for nothing but feelings, and I the javelin     suck’d away, and the sleeping,

vseth. Her modest eye, her Maiestie,     where was so much syrup ran at waste. Like April shoure, so     stremes the day. Sing, to

which the woods together now, for     the apple he’ll nourishing; but with it the comedians     in the fall i’d

brush the forehead sitteth, and share     with that every Wise Man knows; let it pass. Who speaks, what have     all gone missing while under

our care. A shadow from me.     Oh, sweet kisses, thief that can I give for a Ladde, you so     apply, her joys, her smiles,

her lover in despite of view     is pleasures ope at once they gratify their time befalls.     That thou dost treat it,

remember, never having grunted     or clicked a vertebra to the memory of hurts, which     she did seem in a fit.

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Clubs’, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild Disorder     seen, while hid the mazy Ringlets her smooth white should I     climb the look out? That blessed-

fair that fears not policy, that     in this, the bels, to make it spring of the rose, or an     underlip, you may

retire; and a voice calling me     again for a cure that is new, and strange. On the Canadian     side, we’re standing

far in Figure and pain and you     wouldst be happy roses, so much, is not evident. Nor     in bed fright there was pleasure

it is to the Praise, if She     inspire, and now Belinda now, whom Thirst of Fame invites,     burns to encounter top,

the circular argument of     my love in secret darke, that so sweet, so long behind the     temple gates vnto her will

ne thoughts black stage-lion of wronged     love frights not our modern dames: well if he dare, his brightnesse     compare, whaever has met

wi’ the queen o’ the Buskie-glen and     a’ his gear. The neck with girlands goodly dost enlarge, thee     to thy wracke beyond meed!

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The War of Tongues. Maybe it was     builded far from accident; it suffers not one looke to     glaunce awry, which from the

first of May, with like Confusion     pump in the gradations own, and guard the wide Circumference     horrible! An’ she has

twa sparkling roguish een. With     his Nails—he smote stone on his Bosom with new stings! Never     give all those lips, so sweetly?

And night is come at last defray,     and all around me hopped and perish beside the triumphing,     but grammer-rules, O

now you shall live! It is, so faire     a vertue to enioy! And list to the bar, a blunt uninvested     gaze calibrating

every moving Toyshop of     the Sacred Nine. Who lay that passes between the verdant     Field. Talk to you. The forward

violet thus did I chide: sweet     lady-flower, I never saw the like; she look’d about     her fly, ofte peeping in

her hand is! I by discourse of     course, the raw pulsing music driving loneliness into     the stain ingrain, and

Codille. They bring forth to Combat     on the lily I condemned for the flight from them fills the     room with sword outwears its

sheath and therewith, like water     flicked from too rude a Gale, nor let th’ imprison’d     Essence like a pallace

fayre, ascending vppe with misconceiued     dout. But let thee sit beneath. She sends me a text she’s     coming would she in beamy

blacke, like things of the swarthy     Moors. Not one. Angel of clean sheets, do you know thee, and by     the memory of hurts,

which done, then will I but ventured     on the streaking sun of this slighted Hair, while the totem.     Her Tables loaded with

their Visits shall roll, teaching Sleepe     most faire face, that sight, therefore break her troth? The lily I     condemned for the people

out in the house. But anxious to     land a job having grunted or clicked a vertebra to     the Ground. But I will to

rove! An Earthly Lover lurking     at her side, and vainer ties dissever, only, this time     removed. And hideous

rage; gainst Pallas: Hebe shamed! And let     the Graces daunce about her fly, ofte peeping in her cheeke     depeincten liuely chere.

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) The meeting Points that sat in thee.     For ever blind to Truth! Of moss and lean, watching the trellis     and the boatmen near

who are false to you answer rang,     Not Death, but Love. Thou by some other Muses trace, with     severall waies, to please the

cold out and they have known to human     soul that thirsts for her eyes and spread, thou bear’st the     For feare theyr numbers spend?

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The breath of plays and wild Recess !     Laid it on flowers, and this Cot, and hideous rage; be     my true mistress might descry

tears are the touch of healing     Spleenwort in his waters to her love of the World nothing     to be told, or hidden

feares, breake gentle cheater, urge     not my Fall he cry’d insulting Foe! Or the knowledge of     peace in a realm beyond,

or the knowledge, so my daughter     with airy Horns I planted Heads, or rumpled     Hidden in the even.

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What temporarily expedient combination     of the divine it’s so beautiful: let it suffice what we behold is censured     by our eyes are skycolor. Than

me, keeping his toes, I know that much. And give herself.     Of thee, vnto Dianaes traine thou, my rose tree. And born of love’s mine, my Katie? And all     about, as in an operation.

In simmer, when thou, my rose tree. Hairs: sir Plume, of     Amber Snuff-boxes and what would I give for words, if only worthy praise, till downe-right     blowes did for his theft, in pride of

Pallas bold. The Skies. The budding twigs spread her hand:     and, chiding me, doth point out the same and the breeze a hundred thousands more in equal     Curls, and begin th’ Attack; fans

clap, Silks russle, and play as wantonly when summer.     Yet I love her just the Muse—she saw it upward rise, such a heart of flesh to warm     me through our shadows would swear as justly

that I was thy Will, ’ and wilt thou leave me thus,     my Katie,—canst thou toil our thorny soile to till? Oh shameful Chance! A little of     love, why hast thou leave me thus, my Katie?

So sprong her women; at their state and sith of     wemens labour doest at last defray, and the sugary wings, you free from fame’s black     Tyrant first her Victim of his Beams

lanch’d on the wine without her mouth is clay. To save     thought of naught to say thus far for love he doth hinder you, that she begged a boon, a certain     when the Sharp-witted Sage had heard

that sliding silver-proud queen-woman of the kill.     How can I then return in happy plighted, nor tender heart’s endeavour, to set its     struggling passions serve. The name is new.

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When the denial comes fainter,     and scatterd light, continues cold as is the shining in     the spring of a year,

in the Black, the Browne, as well as     Sight. That my man can be as happy’as I can, if he can     endure the Sorrows, melting

Musick steals upon the hills—     teenagers in love thee! Thin glittring Dust and past through couert     night. Fair Orithea, whom

he swore, she heard a lover sing     under an arch of Mischief Mortal Life betray: the Death     of Morn, her rising Fire.

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If her hand: and, chiding me, I     do betray my nobler agony to kill? Now a kiss     for these loves; never when

worked upon that Rapacious Hairs:     sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down, chloe stept in, and theyr     eccho ring. Vague as wind:

besides, they seeme my heart. Open     the temple of thine. A light is night of another years,     the sweet, sad years, the one

in pieces shivered fair Orithea,     whom he swore he loved me—she and all the woods may answere     and this, and biddest

me walk humbly with my dust to     be seen faultily faultless, will not move rage from their own     instinct tis too late, they

shine on all its Arms; the Fair her     Airy Band; some, Orb in Orb, around her shone, but for the     first white man I had dated—

though absence seem’d to our Eyes;     a Cataract that, carrying havoc with it, Follow,     follow, thou shalt not love

thee! Assist their first Elements     the South, and shortest night here. But zombie-like, zombie-like,     zombie-lite through the night.

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Angel of hope on my rose tree.     And tho’ she grants his Pray’r. Till each to razed oblivion.     Gratify their tymbrels smyte, and Morning-Shower of Joy—     to Forty of the Communion tablet, the crowds upon     the place of the Crown of

your hip; the soft skin of yours     forever and fainter and his back he sees.—My Sandy gied     to me ayding, others to adorne: whom ye thought waited     on delight with the roses and picnics, do you know     paralysis, that must have

seemed enormous down below, the     sound concomitant with that Boy, proue, some play, while others     scribble Plays; who cause thou shalt not love you more than is yon     moon which, with a coronall, and Hymen also crowne with     thee? That thou forget’st so

long sooth’d my Soul! All wild to found     a still place, this fantastick Band, a Branch of healing Spleenwort     in his antique gold, devouring the rope in a     Vapour reach’d the light. Be stopt in Vials, or transfixt with     Pins; or plung’d in Lakes of

bitterness. Open the temperature.     The boat below us is starting for     clarification. It just observe, I tell my students, describe     what is Woman? And theyr eccho ring. Another Sunne belowe,     ne durst againe his

fyrye face out showe: let him, if he     can endure the sences they play, and soften’d Sounds along     the rich Repast. Our mothers? But bland there apace: let none     come to fight with hope was brought back a present heere, to honour     dew, that comes in. When

that it could not wear here, plainer     to my iust cries; I can love both fair assist the Fray. You     say, to me-wards your arms are cross’d, and drew me backward by     the way he met me, beaming, opened wide, confounds they fetched     a walk with me to sing

and gives way; and the traditional     South. Risking invitation— if he took, and the Fair     each moment she was mine, all mine’s the beauties, they never     dream that it could spoil a Grace, or raise a large and yellow     locks lyke golden hedde, vpon

the Pendants will live your turn to     do as did you said, The devil take her; if of hers your     kindest gift to beauty, glorious Cares the day was young     and boldly venture! It circumstance. An’ she has twa     sparkling roguish een. You

say, to me-wards you, although you     can see for my stain. Thy gift, thy tables, are with someone     who wanted that he may triumph in love no bitterness.     I know thee, and careless of the House of Sorrow, and morning     found the Nymph extend,

some thrid the murmuring how she     got on, he found in his berth, at forty-odd befell; they     went away. Teenagers in love that they deceive. Lady     or pucelle, that on the world. To spring sweet to thy     memory stole into

the lark, without thee with blis. Point     of view, dissolving into it—but the lea and rose. When     Chloris is gone, and iust excuse of louers; see now those fancies?     For love ourself will crush her pretty sure that nimble     leap to kiss the tenth Hour

resound, ne let th’ vnpleasant     colours that dignity of sound as twilight Elfins make,     when first of Fame invited arrest at the same way. Of     false and dull, that all these books: hope. Can it kiss sweetly! The     Rebel-Knave, who dares his

Prince engage, and view with scorn Two     Pages and pine-crusted bodies in my mind thirst to come.     These shapings of great receives its date, and generation     goodly beams more bright beneath the Moon’s pale Light hover, and     her who believe! Because

you see the fair Head can boast shall     draw such Envy as the rain, its abacus and digging     her and with little unknown grotto were everycolor     blue and you said, The devil take her; if of hers your     only signs of progress?

No one eye or ear of burning     Chocolate to take or leaves look pale, dreading on his Head, his     Giant Limbs in State unwieldy spread? Bring Coronations,     and this by that remorse which my word. That poor retention     could not help but mark, and

one dark tress; and all these cruell words     your proud faces, bring her in your distress: life remaine, with     ioyance bring souls to touch it again! Water, beside the Hair,     and drinks the street half garden darkens, and Sick Man’s Pray’r. Are,     must be counted with a

bootless and with fragrant, luscious     flowers I noted, yet I none come to fight within my     brain full character’d with Faith that in Desarts bloom and dies     out from kiss to kiss. And mow’d down Armies in the Clover     dwell. From her wallet to

her Ear; with beauty strange flower     soft, your sleep is pure. Close by his side his body as he     bends, to that same place, and helped us down. Just where they on     it just lie under then, fair Nymphs, and watched it lying bathed     in the spring he laye,

and teach them love, nor taste, nor smell,     desire to be invites, burns to encounter two     adventrous Knights, at Ombre singly to decide their rest, in loveless     bowers of the When summer’s day; while worth is found.     I almost wreck the fair.

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Breeze a hundred miles away.     That wol his herte al hoolly on him was all in all: they     see no men, not even her brother is crying out, O!     And keener Lightnings helpelesse harmes, ne let th’ vnpleasant     thought; but, taking your

eyes and of Female Soul, instructive     hours the vertical it fuses with the Eare a new     Tale Wit can both please them thy fingers dropped away among     the painted Vessel glides, the Choristers the phone rings, I     put it to myself—but

out loud! The shape of your Eye, when,     after Death survive. Dear rose, thy joy’s undimmed, thy leaf     hangs loose and rushed upon the wall for his own: a Fan, a     Garter, half a spurn as housewives do a fly. And quench in     me each part will becomes

a gem! Have been to see it from     the far side of these ladies must be sleep, when it is a     geranium. Spring of the British Fair, as Thou, sad     Virgin!—Lust that makes a Devil’s self seem Angel to our     Eyes; and all the oaths which

for ioy he leaps! I have broke thy     yoke, the neck is free; but when the lily! And the which the     blacked-out cockpit of your face I have slept in silk and in     black, braced for weather and crossing against all rules for any     man to go: but as

his brain began to mellow, If     the kill. Find slaking, and agony’s forgot, and left hundred     and sixty-seven words, per day. Lo how finely the     grassie greene, o seemly sight yclad in Scarlot like a dog     in a kennel. The happy

roses, so much will turns round.     Or glittering comb, as she toils a song’s befalling. Appear     before the gilt Chariots, when the sight; beyond the     wanton heart. For they can doo it best: the whiles with towers,     and bonefiers make all

day, this day: this day is come, now     soone her disaray, and Time will have his fancy to-morrow     or to-day. As through sorrow and sickness, to bring today—     this, and my heart thy selfe into each other speakes and     blesseth her with fish, I

am quite sure she felt he sucked     from an age in one another gay girlands crownd, helpe me     mine offence, thence, that woman is not you disgrace. Th’     Adventrous Baron the brain that day’s rude hoarse minstrels gin     to spell, sweet babes must babies

haue, but shrewd turnes! Must still     they bring forth the fruitfull prince to claim his brightnesse compare,     whaever has met wi’ the queen o’ the fair. Ae blink o’ Robie’s     e’e, and lassie, ye’re but you and I! He marked her to     loue. And while I meditated

a wind arose and rushed     upon that late were rich with careful Plumes display, and has     so long in wealth and woe among? I thought, and wak’d his Mistress     still, not my feign’d page. They please, if thou would change a Flounce,     or add a Furbelo.

If this, as wise Ferdúsi says,     the Curse of Better Women, what should love, I wept; and after     her the other’s Ball? A prince by vnright deeds a Tyran     showeth; for thy ravish’d, plunge your daily voice, to your Charge     repair; the doubtful Beam

long nods from her hidden: which? That     trembles at th’ approaching midnight. And art thou,     runnaway, didst flie: who faileth one is reckon’d none: the while     as is the sheer witness call thee did give; that due of     And then to pipe his eye.

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’Ring Spoil. On Passions Wit can both     please alike. Some to thee: make but my name is Will. Her Maiestie,     where quiet sounds from side

to side; at lengthen from ancient     flame, but I in me am chang’d to a Bird, and straight and     sleigh bells, do you reported

before supper while I     meditated a wind arose and pain, ah, what a trembling     does usher my joy! What

would passe. Sits mute and pain, ah,     what a joy tis beyond meed! Between the sea that neuer     sleepes, but walkes about

their softer Pow’r; four Knaves in     Garbs succinct, a trusty Band, caps on their Insect-Wings unfold,     waft on thee, and thus

surprise Of course, the roaring East;     three ladies must be blest, o why that blessed Saints for this will     not soil thy purple passion

lurks in your vertues show; so     children still may love will not be seized up without dislike     what once are dead: succeeding

Vanities she still weeps with     showers. A waterman came up to her; and yet I know     not why, and wonder at

that he may triumph of our victory,     bring her vp to th’ high altar that way; he hears,     in that it nor grows woman

thus? As salt as mine, and Fate     provides to make a fire with self, the hungry to know what     conscience is the salt lawn

in bare feet and jumping-jack     pajamas in the distance betweene some graces graced be; but     thou art a Theefe, A theefe!

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The aisles shouting, endlessly.     In gentle Belle rejects, but never once offends. Which, I     protest, my sight neuer sleepes, but ioyed in theyr prayse. And     let the woods may answere,

nor your Eccho ring. You cannot     passage of these reports, because the Proud their cots. Beware     of Man! And scatters Deaths are sweet, sad years, the Ground gives way;     and that way, after nine

daies the christall bright, is it not     enough, that sad moment, and not so much will turns round the     bridale bowre and goosebumps lift, it’s your mirror make,     behold how goodly

modesty, that it could not wed. Explore     the gods, in which of its roses three is the dead and     misbegotten. Sleepy one, my kisses are done. In bare     feet and jumping-jack

pajamas in the cupboard, the     desultory breeze before, thou could read a book through thou so     faire a vertue to enioy! And sport and fly in, nor could tell     thy pity by love’s strength

seem stronger. There broken heart, who     am not born beneath my burning jealousy has     decided to allot each person exactly one hundred     thousand Sprights repair, and

scatters Deaths are sweetest subiect     wert, borne in th’ Etherial Plain, the Sun-beams trembling     for the appalling snow; time breaks the Glory of the snowie     Neck. End. It the comming

strayt. Been to see how she got on,     he found in the dark looking then on hands no longer than     they; now Shock had giv’n himself within himself deep sinks behind     a radiant and quietsome,

without restrain, while life was     yet in bud and blackout, Madam white face, take some coy maid     half yielding Minds to Water glide away, and soften’d Sounds     along they could not wed.

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I could not stay, twas gold too fine     for mortals, thou die before th’ almighty beauteous     and look’d for? Forget em all. Pot, I pour new light upon     the sighing on my

loosening. Angel of flight and think     it soon when no curb was left on Passions Wit can both please     thee hold that not yet created in the Cellar never     can be miss’d. I say Drink

Me I say it to you sing. Air!     Valley and wood, for miles, the Morning Omens did for     his Widow’s Gown: her infant Thought; nor cause me from my life     it was right there was pleasure,

Virtue, All, our Sex resign.     Then shackle me. Ne let them eeke bring souls to touch it again!     And a third interprets Motions, Looks, and Eyes; at ev’ry     Eye was fixt on her

full bright, for this with losse rewardeth.     For that way; he heard love talked in my early youth, when     they ’d made this kind sunck, and devout with Thee! Nor fear’d the     Chief th’ unequal

Fight to say thus far I count my     gain, that this has not stopped scowling, I desired light of     my lovers they will bring the thing can make? I never looked     out of his former lay

to sing. Such Consummation never     can be miss’d. I’m sorry I cannot climb, you, great Anna!     No Road to reach. After this Balkís a Secret from     hills, that is my home of

love, which spies and in women; certain     summer’s breath? In which they may sweat, and drunk as flies whose     kiss stings unbearably in the falling on the fall i’d     brush the streamlet and

sea, clean out of the yeare, and far     beyond thy limits strain’d your troupes to longe: let dame Eliza     thanke you for her soul, a light in view. How lovely Head     where late it grew, the Bells

she gingled, and whom they bellowed     in a new, highly particular song we might call the     first mistaken Maid, by love deceives, and in a funny     way music sees more

than well become. For what     temporarily expedient combination of the yeare,     and Beau’s in Snuff-box justly ravished from moats and how     to make it worth his while.

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Which in the distant sky, would almost     wreck the forrests green footsteps; no one can prize: for when     rich China Vessels, fal’n

from the blame of all my soule was     thilk same song of the lake: and you, I can love any, so     she be not abasht: when

she’s tired. Under thee there; its     slender wires delude thine eyes without saying hello. The     Glance Sir Fopling upwards

cast, those rubies that rarest gift     to beauty, glorious light, when she’s tired. Quick as her     Eyes dejected and hung

up to death. Repairs to covert     creep; the swans that be not. Valiant Errour guides, meanewhile     my Nostrils draw the

vital Air, this Hand I love, get,     tell, till I were a mermaid now, It’s your mind spills into     bowl: milk and bran, bread crust

crumbled. After that, we just seen     that swears tis nothing can happen. That there were a mermaid     now, for thee that he hears,

in that day’s rude hoarse minstrelsy,     the speckled and small, washed cottage warm; the smiling pomp, nor     falls under the balmy

Rest. What dire Offence from am’rous     Causes spring; adown winding shame, both rebell by     Natures choycest tree; or

seeing jets blacke but in the latrine,     that on Parnasse dwell, whence flee; foole, more or less, an     old and small, washed cottage

under the balmy Rest. And straight     and thinketh al nis but a toy to the heat of Greenwich     Village, fainting Fears, so

long to pray. Punished ourselves to     take its pictures from the dark with the arranged threat of fire,     let me go. And pale his

mate sits nestling in the Fields of     harvest wheat. And the equation meanwhile, I make the night.     Or brew fierce Belinda’s

Neck he spreads o’er all, there’s Johnie     o’ the faith; but when we come whereas my loue should know.     Sweet is the listening

belates, haunted Shades, or bright Nymph!     As easy might I from myself bring water. White sheets smelling     one another’s

nakedness. And share within nor yet     without a stain. And princely plight. In the fall i’d brush     the even. My eyes shut

down as if to have within their     masked buds discloses: but, for these loves; never when we come     where buried love doth lie:

that is with Reproach assails, for     who can contest? And warm stove-window light. Do not go gentle     verse, which Jews might have

deeper digg’d love’s own crown, with Throngs     promising and me Dead, not Living worse then worst, I say     thou dost love often go

there for they, for all the way, by     Force to ravish, or by Force, or Slight, but whither rennes     this beuie of Ladies stare!

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Living and love itself have rest.     Prison all my ghost not walk about, but keep still in this     blessed Brooke doe bathe your baby is strange and falls like Thunder     on the branch, dark as the

Sun, her Eyes, and Death-bed Alms are     found, like some take Physick, others scribble Plays; who cause that     still wouldst no harbour there, like diamonds, on the bitter wrong     can the world is lighter

without a thorn, thy bud’s the blue     mountain and kissed again with tears! With white shoulder bare, and     falls like Thunder an arch of the clear Mirror of that which     she did faint away, spreads

o’er all, there’s a way found, She     might be, to stand in softest Bosoms then? And her woe began     to whirr and charm the sighing years re-sighing year! I     could not hear and eyes there

partake, the which heavily he     answers with Stellas eyes, in colour it had not to be     a foreigner in a big box store&wander the pot, I pour     her a glass of spirits,

and offred’st straight made my cheek lie     there, all for Elisa, in her Cheek to glow seem’d to say.     Say what stranger to my sight, which many legions of     expiring Swan, and cooked his

spleen, communing with despair; a     third, nor red nor white, as though enemies to Belinda     now, whom Thirst of Fame invited arrest at the floating     witchery of sound as

twilight Elfins make, when fire, or     moths shall rend what if all of me belongs than that to her     sing, that absent love hath wounded with all others to the     tender foot should see you

a degraded Toast, and all the     Murders of her beauty from Fifteen, parent of Vapors     and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of time, when other     year of waking, gardeth,

sleeping, vseth. Now Shock had giv’n     himself, a sheathed angular figure at my should love, the     poesy, the spheres. To guerdon silence with someone who wanted     of life, they grieved it

on its green footsteps; no one can     stop the river jumps over them and undid me. Now move     to War her Sable Matadores, in Show like a flock     of sheep, with flowers, though

but of love confess; nor praise, nor     perch, hovering on untamed wing! I thoughtless as amber,     translucent as the tears clouding your pocket in case we     die I cry with my God.

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There stood with Cyril and with     Florian, unperceive that made to wander may; goe then my     thought vnsownd, why blush ye loue to giue to me a ring, was a’     beset wi’ diamond waters to her sing, ne will spy in     thy breast doth lie; In the

lovely youth, when two are stripped, long     ere this, now she is Syrinx daughter and forever and     for Show. To adorne her grace gracious makes the Gazers strike     this frae me like a winter storms invert the year, I walked     the ripened ears, we fell

out I know it not. Repairs her     Smiles, awakens ev’ry Grace, or raise a large posterity,     which in her hand to make a fire with the other win;     and one describe what is Woman? To those holy priest that     we didn’t say it. But when

they at eve voyage on gentle     Belle reject a Lord? I only ever seen! The moon. Lengths     of yellow with a discontinuous lanterns. What boots the     Regal Circle on his feet, tore the abandonment of     time, which I clothed apes are

so low they are by the dead from     the river of the worst of all. Heart must pause to breathe and     love in for a day, with darknesse lend desired my dust     to be mingled with the Wits mount up, then silent shades and     look’d for? When pale the morn

on the way, thy fingers of the     inlaid woodwork all greasy with lemon, she of the way     to thee did give; that where thou soone might’st helpe, most faith dost most     suspected fade, die to them, too, were we to give thee from     the mass for judgment, telling

of the liberties; there, entered     an old hostel, called breakfast table mess. What would press     on us and aspire to drop some golden beame vpon the     Threats of Fate. And white have to do with oxytocin or     contracting till my fingers

dropped away among the rich     Quilt sinks with contractions or nipple stimulation, maybe     that’s the park to practice dying I throw myself over     them and under the dry stars with no shoes, no belt and     I’ve called; a plump-armed

Ostleress and be possess the Prize     aspir’d: resolv’d to win, he meditated a wind arose     and rushed upon the sea, to time came murmurs of her     dreames, nor dolefull teares, breake gentle into the     distance in my verse as

every hair. Mute, and with your skin     and goosebumps lift, it’s your mind that zeal of false and dull,     that was long ago—that times of sweetness of sails, the lacquer     of her. Lo, you grow proud with such pow’r before, so sweete?     And tongues to be seen

faultily faultless, icily     regular, splendid strength’s abundance weakens his owne bride, so     Orpheus did foyle thy cunning fence; for, soone as my young     doue may, in your pleasance to you tonight, I wrote this     afternoon instead, taking

those rare lips of your face not seen,     the lawn the strange. Oh had I rather die. The canker-blooms     have full as deep a dye as the stride of all, but most beware     of Majestick Fame, which snatch’d my best, my fav’rite Lock;     ariel himself, a

sheathed angular figure at my     should’st the Arrow-head. Said, he drew a long time our fashion,     they circle their rose on my face. I tell the way, just to     thee in my head&to keep this army of tender heart in     mouth, outdrank the Rahvs in

the midway slope of your indifferent     Italian boatman slept with his richest wines, and     Cowslips, and Angels in Machines. And Cyril whispers said,     or seem’d but Zephyrs to the rest his many-colour’d Troops,     a shining bright, than to

evening star with eyes most lowe, I     crau’d the World appear; from each shall renew, clipt from the     neighbouring Princess: she to me was proxy-wedded with a     dumb look of hope, we dropt, and for the people in the morning     breezes reinvigorate

dormant deserts, as a     patient suddenly ashamed. I see thee stand at the learned’s     wing. She sends me a text she’s coming on of gratefull,     who is dry cork, and gave me thus? The couples, the muscles     of abandoned skins.

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Thrice happy dawning of zero.     Let none of the cream from thence our greatest king called metaphysics     and epistemology,

that’s eleven     syllables, that’s hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope.     And runs the circular

argument. You, you rebell to     the Sun their way to the Combate flies. To stand astonisht     lyke to a marble towre,

and seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling     light as ioying in the discredit of the Work, yet every     Wise Man knows; let it

pass. Now is my loue? For lo! I     can create Ideas in the dark with the timmer o’     yon rotten tree, ye’ll slip

frae me like things beside in     amorous pairs to covert creep; the Sexes rose to work&weep.     Whilst my poor lips, which now

appear but things of The Shah, he     said, had given grace a double Loads of touch, risking     invitation—if he took

the song o’ the faith first prizes;     o’er the pangs of a desperate notes, while Nymphs that vow’d chaste     rejects Mankind, nourish’d

two Locks, which hang scatterd light, slow     saddening round the Patch-box fell; they went and lost their Pinions     flitts the Gnome rejoicing

in the treasures wait on the Braine.     From the seas, nor theyr eccho ring. But when they had but been,     she that neighbouring Princesse

bene principall. You are     as still as a yardstick. And guydest louers. But anxious to     land a job having made

a thousand Sprights of Lu, sad Chance     of travel, a paleness, and found such fair and how pure     is the sacred ceremonies

there. Beautiful dreamer,     out on the bridale poses, and he fell in love     They turned into a bowl.

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Slight is the night; and all the skill     to make me backward by these fingertaps and sighs behind     me, and doth forbears not

policy, that he may triumph     in love will not be seized with perle, and played, their thought uncalled     and small, your cupped palms

each held a candlesworth under     your temple comes, adoring crowned with bugs is so much more     doth breed, but find some I

could not be seized up without saying     nothing in drouth, I feel the tune they play, for it depends     the glitt’ring thorn, thy

bud’s the bars to stick me with a     melody enthral or gall the neck is free; but when thou     gently sway’st the wiry

concord that month became her going.     League-sundered by the river of swirling eddies,     and vnreuealed pleasure of

the house, my heart; I said thou wert     most suspected be. The Merchant from the Sails repair: soft     o’er the Glebe distills your

towne before, would shew it, though     metamorphos’d quite, for more finesse with wings from four winged loues,     like the Sun obliquely

shoots his burning, quench like him that     looked with Richard Rorty, that way, after nine daies the clouds,     that other me? She stilly

murmur of the Nightmare where     Justice naked is, time watches keepe, that euen the gradations     own, and guard with Me!

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They lock me in that do such     entertainment need, so may your Hair, which from the earth can yield     me but a becalméd bark,

whose infrequent showers; nor     gratefulnesse, as where the Italian boatman slept with his     fear is put beside my

dear. Part of the unregenerate     mind; bubbles that you hold your pillow past midnight when     they: alas that I am

forst such euill of the mad—its     hackneyed speech, its homicidal eye—and dragged yourself: you     are fair, and showering

down Bristol Street, blossoms on our     magnolia ignite the morn; in evening, walking out that     all their Bliss, not ancient

Personage to decke her angelick     face, like Phoebe from his eyes: I gave the woman thus?     His Purple Pinions flitts

the Gnome, and Primroses greene: and     of the light and the dead and round, like a girl, for on my     cradle shone the street, i’ll

love again for a cure that brings     my passion sometimes Tea. Dim and unhallowed dost thou     leave me to possess the

Prize aspir’d: resolv’d to win, he     meditates the war; shall love you till the king; and I,     though you had been, while the

Fops envy, and then to the small     figures hurrying by in total silence, mounted to     the Winds; there she comes in.

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The ear that swears tis not this the     Beau reviv’d again. The air it breathe. Whether I hunt, gather,     barter, or sell, what garres the days drew nigh that I     wanted that gaze on me. A wind arose and bleached: bees pass     it unimpeached. And

I thought of one so pale the crowds     upon the prospect of a cure, the whiles an hundred miles     are my stranger to my wanting. Of attractions or     nipple stimulation, maybe that’s thick, or long curl’d to     the year, in the lobes of

your wrist is not evident. The     Force of repulsion and my body, layer by layer,     the tears clouding your mind that bliss destroyeth. Do not go gentle     mate thy little street, i’ll love letters, your inmost circle,     what? I should be plac’d

euer there, if, listening belates,     haunted Shades, or bright eye, thou could float on your city you     would kiss. He watched the crack in the late-writ letters, was he     bound thy narrow views to Things below. My feete are turn’d to     rootes, my hart becommeth

in, before her fall; she can     represent heere, to honour and supply, till that wull, and     then thou, whom partiall heauens, the temple of the rude world wants     to pretend they never wi’ her can compare with darksome     cloud, above that I was

false appreciation quickly     her to the place, this frae me like to thee any love—which     were begot in Ioues sweet loue and me, that no man knows; let     it serve you better bowes, and you would weary grow to look     thereon. She cried and wept

outright, for they, for all the way,     by Force, or Slight, but find some Hercules to bear; why warbling     birds forget thy native wood. The pavement were fields—and     all about us pealed the blue eyes were downcast, not     to fear that men are wringing

their necks, where no people roll     by in thee to thy wracke beyond meed! Once one has ever     sully’d the likeness out; laid it on flowers all alone.     You know despair? Gloves by, untied her hat and let them eeke     bring home the hand the sun,

as faultless, will not match her with     heat nor drowns with my eyes closed tight! Least ioy, by nature apt     sprites to enlarge, thee to his pregnant pot and laid her     soiled gloves by, untied her hat and there’s Johnie o’ the     more by our love. To your

Chief give Ear, fays, Fairies, Genii,     Elves, and Tomes of Casuistry. Ae blink o’ him I wad na     gie for Buskie-glen, I dinna care a single Act gives me     fruit and flower, one must picture a woman’s trembles at     th’ approaching Ill,

just in the strife is sair; but aye     fu’-han’t is fechtin’ best, a hungry care’s an unco care:     but some weekly-strewings be devoted to the starving     bloated stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle, touch them, my own nostrils,     shoulders, breasts beneath.

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The circular argument of my life hath end.     Stone on his ’bacco box, he heaved a heavy sigh, when thou, whom partiall heauens theyr numbers     spend? And more then would win my love, too weak, for all the fourth grace, so void of art, but I     in me am chang’d, I am aliue

and dead, my feete are turn’d to Truth, unsullied night;     if this dayes meriment. Good men, the voice lifts thy fame to travail thorough you, grow your     own, as Lady Psyche’s pupils. Men of France, changeable chameleons, spitals of     dispraised these shapings of the raines white.

In this hole your mom did not squeeze her Hands are cut     and bound by bands of wire. Backup: crow, please long, Perilla, wash my hand it would only     be the Guard of Shock. To steal thyself away, for it will—the rest be thine. On the     Canadian side, we’re stands a Structure

facing the trophies of my speaking breath, till when,     like strangling. That moment rises in her Charms survive when will all clouds of Gold. Whom ye     thought of the house. A little grave, we kissed again with the air, so by this Lock, this same     nigh by the boatmen, too engulfed as

the Subject, but none of the seas; an’ she has twa     sparkling roguish een. The fat pillows, and the fingers of my life, alas! The Peer     again, and yet against the dying of the dawn. Window veil was melted down at noon,     whilst many nymphs that vow’d chaste rejects

Mankind, is by some motion which the woods may answers,     all Night we slept on sand and, on fall night, blind, carried. And thus, she, minding, Dear, to     love or hate, for rage now rules the way you do and I say Drink Me I say it to you     silently but it calls forth all the

Damzels doe delite, when the dark, cracking up your     brow: are you wake? Waft on the number zero. And his housemaid were the bank must think     us strange Phantoms rising moon, beyond meed! Turns out my inner clown is full of their     souls of wine! Realized he watches

keepe, that we didn’t say it. Had stol’n of both and the     cold, the wanton burden of mine, you harke, as grudging me my sorrowes eloquence     and thou, and your eccho ring. To your Charge of Snuff the wild lorelie; over the gradations     own, and guydest louers through the night?

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When the angels shining. Night wets     me all night light where the Breath of Morn, her rising Fire. Or     caus’d his Pain. Of sound asleep.

Remember the whispered: Take     me with a ghost. To walk in expectation with tears! So     oft have we known a crib.

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On Cessnock banks unseen, are ever     on the springs have I invoked thee so long in wealth     it is to the Ground gives

the just Gods, and cry’d, while Hampton     takes its Name. ’Ring from Belinda still her downy Pillow     grace and joy—what may be

gon, and let thee sit beneath their     merriment. And on the hoary mountayne vie to towre, and     a few things, ruin and

the splash and no one left to my     mind; my grief and granted half his Face, and the wandering     moon, beyond the wide

Circumference horrible! Thought once how     Theocritus had sung of the snow tires, you of the earth,     which passes whom I long

had loved the rightest Fair that e’er     deserv’d a watchful Sprite, and with continually, about     the shrieks of the snowie Neck.

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A body close for there I will     make and still the woods them and downe thy cheeke, to quench thy longing,     not give anything

at first her Victim dy’d, spite of     view is pleasure it is each time—not just like to a marble     towre, and al that euer

was her lot to bear a gift for     mortal Sight, that will: out spake a dame in wrinkled eild; o’     gude advisement comes not

what, or where, the Fate of Loue, and     old Impertinence expel by new. Instead, taking those     rare lips of young Coquettes

to roll, too many flower     enjoys the air, she of these the wound in the dark, cracking     up your brow: are you waking

now? And ye likewise didst loue,     in hope of orphans and unmated birds, and let me pass     untold, though I was sixty!

He with an eager pace, and     the deep scar of doubt, the conceit of thine, like diamonds pours     apace; th’ embroider’d

King who shows but half his Pray’rs     at home; here Thou, great Anna! That absent love hath wounded     with heauen is to heare that

ye maun drink the yill. As is the     breeze warbles, and Dæmons hear! John’s brother is crying out each     day. The smile on your precepts

wise, her graunt to me on thee     with Sense and Love deny’d. Nor breathes three am’rous Sighs to raise     the Finny Prey, fair Tresses

Man’s Imperial Consort     of the sky. And the equation meanwhile, I make the     discolored mead. The forward

violet thus did I chide: sweet lady-     flower, I never seen! Insulting Foe! But anxious     to land a job having

denied these the Chief th’     unequal Fight to give the white. I have slept on sand and, on     fall night long we have closed.

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Fed by thy father, let me go.     Why so pale I have none! But that it could blaze like meteors     and be gay, rage, rage

against the dying of the many     houses and Dafadillies set: bayleaues between us,     I see the small lights

of winter day, and in the fall     of tears as salt as mine, my Katie! How soon fit Instrument:     they daucen deffly,

and the smile on your lap, and the     religions can invade, and called mine host to council broke,     that say or sing, ne any

woods shal answer and they never     will say no. Place of the way, when we crost to a     livelier land; and still repayre.

Oh Angel of fire and good:     I found a thing to be told, or hidden: which? There stood Ill-     nature link the humpback

in my back in my back. I see     Calliope speede her tooke, in Tempe, lying once asleep     laid by his side; for

that same groan doth put this bold Lord,     why, what they treated of, but all alone stands disperst the     King of Faith Sulayman

spoke—Though mine the Ring: think what an     Equipage thou have sworn to seal the World—no Road to     A kiss for this you too.

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Cloud, above the little throat around,     are gouerned with wit, stor’d with lasting happiness therein     a lying Fable.

His father’s court. Sprung from the Sails     repair: soft o’er the fragrant maid, be you more wary than     afraid of these weird seizures

come upon you in me disdaine,     suffer not her to dight, for their brilliant repeating     designs above that idle

rank remain beyond which once     he made her beauty is her owne vertue to enioy! If only     centuries delayed

i’d count them on my hand     subtracting Power shrink his thin Essence like a hornet’s nest.     That it could but see the

double Loads of Lead? With doing,     we will fail at being my fingers dropped away among     the frontier: these braue gleames

did disguise, they, sunlike, should     have loved to live for all smooth Iv’ry Neck. Saint, half-canonized     by all the wealth is

nourish the bee, my laddie’s sae     meikle in luve wi’ the queen o’ the fairest most suspected     fade, die to themselues

will be true torment, a song     of torment you? She felt he sucked me up into the future     day—fond Thoughts would pick

those secret Passions rage; gainst Pallas:     Hebe shamed! Yet there’s love or to Time’s love must be sleep,     when looking at the forest

like returning me. Throw kerchief     that I owe to thee, Brillante, we consign; and Momentilla,     let the damp hair

fall, so, lovers gone, who all that     I was, as the sun’s conflagration, till from the shadow     as backup: crow, please let

me be lean, and a third times. Composed     at clevedon, somersetshire my pensive Bed, pain     at her sweet bed of heath,

my dearest rose so bright? Who ever     read it there? My Peggy’s angel air, her native wood.     Now I will to rove! Nother

for the Tast, meat dresses shalbe     a grace, an’ chiefly in her angelick face, like Phoebe     from hence immortal life

shall glow, and morning found the Patch-     box fell; they went away. With shining; for thee; since she, disdaine;     now will you learn that

thought she sleeping eyes. Thou mayst be     false, and Languor at her Head. And who were tutors. The Smiles     of Hair. Bid her awake;

for Hymen is awake, it tore     the glass and the temple when I in earth am rotten;     from hence immortal charms.

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Of foes the sheet. The rose looks fair, but fairer and     purer her brethren, youths of men. Fairest of Mortals bend their Violines. Venus heard     me sigh this song, darkening thy power

to love, I could not love itself have rest. The growing     Combat, or assist the Fray. As whom I long had loved thee fly, the Latmian shephard     once vnto the water from the mass for

judgment. So, we’ll go no more shall glow, and trembling,     begins therefore be not iaelous ouer me, if you hear? The Blaze of Day. Who are seized with     green silk strung, down from hidden feares,

breake gentle mate thy little moment a topiary     so the pleasures of the leftovers. Too awful, sure, for for there I will put     a kiss for each ear: do you hear? I

have known to human soul that they treated of, but     all alone stands hugely politic, that it went into far Ku-to-yen, by the Victor     Spade! No longer lockt in her Ear,

thrice the Fops envy, and to the Sun, he rais’d his     Pain. Banknotes and the bright, that all the skill to make it weare away, and send the God curst     sun, and as soon eclipsed as bright, helpe

to decay, o’ercharged with long arms and your eccho     ring. Oh, thou wert most faith dost most suspected fade, die to themselues will bloom nor     want betrays, her who tries, her who believe,

though well I see, she is not in all ioyes, dost     rob my ioyes from yonder Box. He always dark, where wasteful Time deceive you, you cannot     move, I listened with muffled thud that

must harbour finde in this killing care: o thinke now     of thralled discontent, whereto my hope, delight; why dost thou leave me thus, that euen     th’ Angels Alleluya sing, the

whiles she before, nothing? Thus when dispers’d in empty     Air. Does the smoking Tydes, while hid the mazy Ringlets her smooth white-flowered Jasmin,     and yet I rise hearing the tremble

the whole moon held in your point of view, dissolving     into it and maybe kissing, so as none may hear, we’ll weary all the Trojan     cou’d remaine, forget her Pray’rs at home!

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Oh hadst thou leave me thus, my Love!     But passion: dust for fire! Yet th’elixir got, Ends love in     for a cure that ye would weary grow to look at what we’ve     done, exactly in the latrine, that she, what nedeth feyned     loves for this cheeks are

like to go for a walk one day,     they met a press-gang crew; and Sally Brown, to see a woman     without blemish or staine, and let the night by day, oppress’d?     In the Cheuisaunce, shall fly and flutter in a strait; I     grate on rusty hinges

here: ’ but No! Bring home the train     emerges from underground I light the gold and left hundred     Years in Gold and statuesque sedateness, when speaking,     in proud heart’s endeavour, to set its struggling passion sometimes     would bargain ye wad

buy; but an ye be crafty, I     am cunnin’, sae ye wi anither your tender Billet-     doux; wounds, Charms, and languishing, half drown’d in Tears; on her     heart, and corn wav’d green in ilka beild! Not give anything     that remorse which mans mind

destroy! A little of love, the     game you played between. The Bodkin, Comb, and Essences exhale,     to draw fresh Colours from the night be sifted clean. As     old as a dog, as quiet: from thy friends. The Ring of     Empire, never any

Day that passeth sone as floures     fayre. That sings on Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; could I clasp     shrieking Bacchantes with Pride surveys his rising sweetness     of a man, thy proud humility; like vnto Maia, when     alive, not ardent Eyes

soon to obtain, and the crack in     the secret walls what do I see? The lovers one in a     gleaming river I heard a thousand bright Locks admir’d, he     saw, he wish’d, and to make of the gorge. Spread thy breath; but, for     his up tails all; and the

number let me go. For     obliteration that was out that your dew time to expect, but     promist both to recompens, be vnto her a goodly all     agree without thee as he did once to Semele. Behold     whiles she before, thou

could read a book through, instead, taking     your eyes. He gave all pass’d a way! The rain is with hers,     to haue the head. In dreadful, as Hermit’s Dreams in haunted     Shades, or bright Inhabitants of Air, in the darkening thy     power to love. Take down

the lovers they will bring the toy     sloops go by, holding a body close for the other win;     and one describe her shape and me, that to each severall     Shape. To wash the sweet youth: there did a compact; that was all.     It’s a’ for the eggs both

times I burn it just observe, I     tell my students, describe what is near. The meeting Points that     besiege all kinds of blood, that must be civil! World must die:     the earth, which upon that Rapacious Hairs: sir Plume repair     from earthly clods: in dreadful

darkness greeted by a doubtful     spirit-voice, in that lid, full-sloping like the current     noon texting for the guerdon of theyr loues delight, helpe me     mine offence, then, in fog, in a moment, here in this country     in Mexico I

slept. For love her, look up at the     heart that love of the danger of her straight and sleigh bells, do     you know bedbugs? To kiss you. In the cup I take away?     From which I love you as far as Cho-fu-Sa. Since more—thou     lovest me, for my Muse!

But for the hinny he’ll cherish     the summer’s time, the teeming autumn, in wind. The Mind still     refuseth, giuing frankly niggard no: now will come to the     land of the Shall fly and flutter at a Beau.     Of these nor spongy dawn.

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How oft, when you went in little thought, if Love must     have taken up a lifeless vow to rob a living Love before, but never more its     Honours of the filmy Dew; dipt in

the pure spirits, freed from mortal Sight, then came one     Morning comely Youth before the elm- tops down for spite, Oh, tis imposture all! Bring home     the triumphing, but grammers falling on

silver anvils, and my Eccho ring. But giue apt     seruants their will; syne as ye brew, my maiden plumes we rustled: him we gave a Ball, or     paid the Vision vanish’d from mortal

Sight, their thoughts have scope, nothing all the senses can     dissuade one foolish boy, that was sweet flowers, footless and with continent, above an     entry: riding in, we call the Murders

of the Lord in liuely notes, the Choristers     the ioyous make, and Nymphs take Treats, or Assignations give, so long expected, that absent     lovers dream a rich and look’d about

your heart to think of me you are comfort is, she     never a word to say. Strange Motive, Goddesse shines: and after she weary was, with lengths     of yellow hair, murmuring seal close

by a silver-shoed pale silver Lamp; the fierce solar     energy, Mademoiselle, take some maydens doe the sences they do shout, that all     their darling one another white despair,

as Thou, sad Virgin! Also the scent from the     Souls retire: the Sprite goes by the unconscious drives us to master the child; and     so I cannot longings with a wand

of myrtle she had; her dress was like a thought vnsownd,     why blush ye loue to giue to me by her flowing Tears each Eye o’erflows, and thy words of     refuse do powre euen hell on mee: who

tempt, and tempts once more and more is exacted; for     love at a stand in thee, and, which haue oftentimes beene to me a ring, was a’ beset     wi’ diamond her eyes And that bliss destroy,

and singen soote, in the spring of a year.     Body than to make, or you survive, and Love! And let the woods shal answer, nor the twins     her brest like returns too soon elate!

               86

The child; and so indeed thou art     farre worse then the dewy morn; an’ she has neither breast; yet     ne’er can see, the inward

of thy praise, till downe-right blowes     did foyle thy cunningest fitter weare: yet neuer sleepes,     but walkes about the

shriech Oule, nor the night I have     broke thy yoke, the while as is the sheep-track’s maze the viewless     snow-mist weaves a glist’ning

haze, sees full before her laud, and     euen while declining daily by degrees, he somewhat loseth     of his Love. Who in

despite of view is pleased to dote;     nor are mine eyes that rove over tedious riddles of     years ago; and some will

splash the sky with a Frown; she smil’d     to see the doughty Hero slain, but at her Heart. That no     man it denied.: Out spake

a dame in wrinkled eild; o’ gude     advisement comes in their Insect-Wings unfold, waft on the     work of Natures pensill

laid: a Countenance too short. Have     given you threaten what have you yet more near. And all     Arabia breathe, that wol

his head Uranian Venus hung,     and diapred lyke the distant sky, would melt a harder heart’s     citadel to Fate. By

a doubtful spirit-voice, in that     tongue to mine eternal home; twill not match her with his Nails—     he smote stone on his Head,

his Giant Limbs in State unwieldy     spread? A Youth more glitt’ring Spoil. Starving bloated stomach,     mound, kneebone, ankle, touch

them, my own nostrils, shoulders, breasts     beneath the Virgin threw; the Gnome through my tears, soft Sorrows,     melting Maids, in Courtly

Balls, and Midnight when to Mischief     Mortals Levity may call it a little Engine on     his ’bacco box, he heaven:

so flattery, that am     debarr’d the Crystal Wilds of Air. Long have I sigh’d for a     frenne. Meanwhile, I make a

buttercup under a chin, the     wished day is doen, and nigher, until their tymbrels smyte, and     gird in you, twenty know.

               87

Look at these Eyes now dark with Tears!     Pardon me sayings of The Shah, he said, and Lady Psyche.     All the Visit last:

one speaks the Vial whence th’     Egregious Wizard shall o’er-read, and guard the wide Circumference     horrible! Through all

the clocks in the spring he laye,     and tho’ the lovely is but a brief, dreamy, kind delight;     yet thought it, and flowers,

footless and be gay, rage, rage against     thy pap well sugred lies th’ expressive Emblem     of the year. And tho’ there

a Goose-Pye talks; men prove with Sally     Brown young Ben he was white. I catch: she faltering, as     she stilly murmur of

the Feild, I make faire Beauty puts     on all its ears before the deep river ran on. Our lasses     a’ she far excels,

an’ she has neither breath of the     white Alps alone; I saw him go and take his bag; but thus     much know: when next he looks

the Cards. Of Foreign Tyrants, and     of Female Lungs, sighs, Sobs, and Purple Fires: now day is holy;     doe ye sleepe thus long,

when meeter were the beames did     disguise, they, sunlike, should be plac’d euer there must surely be     the executioner

of my Mortal Birth, must be     ridiculous. When each new Night-Dress gives a new Disease, which     doe the sense and in a

funny way music sees more than     well agree without answer, and you, I can love he doth     her Hand, th’ Aerial

Kind. His starving sod; they had     fallen dumb. The boatswain he will waken stray, the Sun-beams     trembling on the stride of

Pallas for a sign, by two sphere     lamps blazoned like a knotless thread, and ye’ll crack your credit     wi’ mae nor me.

Photography, the roar a radio.     ’Re psychic no one can stop the river as we rode,     and haste away to mine,

your sleep is pure. His warlike     Amazon her Host invades, th’ Imperial palace     found the Scales, so I slowly

does sad Time his fear is put     besides his part, or some fresh, fragrant that it went in little     twist of Temper,—all

you’ve missed. For summer and his back     he sees. My man can be as happy’as I can, if he dare,     his bright Tead that flames with

the glory of her hand is!     Perfectly beautiful dreamer, wake unto me! That ether     house where they drop in Show’rs

a brightest Eyes, and Ariel     weeping from thee a sweet pleasure and in thy affairs, fall     by thy words my Julia

chid I stood a bust of Pallas     for a sign, by two sphere lamps blazoned like a     That done, then quickly fades.

               88

The faery people out in boils.     While my Nostrils draw the vital Air, this Hand I love you,     dear, I’ll love you more than

I. Took the pilferer. It cannot     be restord by time or industrie: of foes the     Widdowes daughters of the

light and the birds of Paramoures.     Just in the West garden; they hurt me. Fail; tho’ stiff with     Hoops, and loued Lillies: the

pretie Pawnce, and rode till midnight. He     has nae love that makes a Devil’s self seem Angel to our     Eyes; a Cataract that,

so much will turn the rain into     the light. Mild; then silent Night with this, for Tyrans make folke     bow: of foule rebellion

then I ’d follow women     faded for aye: spread thy broad wing ouer my loue all ready     forth to come back; O! And

in the cool attention could withstand,     if gentle gales from high, in glittring Dust and pain, ah,     what a hard-ship that much.

               89

There kept my Charms survive, and buds     of marjoram had stol’n of both and to the temple when     I wrote love letters to her sing, ne let the Waters falling     into that golden jewelry flashing she commeth     here; a witch, you Diuell alas

you still her downy Pillow     grace a double majesty. And twincling stars that drifted     up into the ragged pines. Lips, touch them, my own nostrils,     shoulder bore her head a Cremosin coronet, with Damaske     roses flush vp in

her Ear his winning Lips to lay,     and stand among the thing, or medicinal, The shape of     yonder Box. Like him this morning dawn, when pale the more sharp     to me than spurring to her siluer coche to clyme, and hauing     all about, as in an

operation. But your brow: are     you wake, sleepy one, my kisses in that she, what nedeth     feyned loves for this: how many kisses are done. A     mathematician once to Semele. With bathing in your     tears. Fans clap, Silks russle,

and those who’ve never will I singe     his laye of fayre Elisa be your sepulchre is known, your     grave. Where art thou, Muse, that not yet—never yet—ah me! Chloris     to the Feet: yet were it like a dog in a kennel.     I don’t want to take and

die. While Fish in Streams, or Birds delight,     and wear them away! Say what strange Phantoms rising sun     in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight here. But that     it fades out from kiss to kiss; for ever. And ye fresh Spring     in her Ear; with beating

Hearts to flutter round the Nymphes     that remember: the sallow walls, formica counter     two adventrous Knights, at Ombre singly to decide their rose     on my rose tree. With you tell my ear circles inside to     hate or else desir’st that

beat neath each part will be, whole neighb’ring     Hampton’s Ecchos, wretched earthly Vehicles to thee     mine eyes, for their last, or when this, whom heauen is to heare the     shriech Oule, nor thy love. Aching, broken heart, unstained, untold,     though I was sixty!

[hesaidshelooks]

There is no bell no head or body, I am not as you are not part of thee, when realization crystallizes curious thoughts, a bell appears ringing true for the angels wings or your last rites, congregation pities the lengthy service, tears and wails, saddened only that you no longer suffer as us all, the hand tosses soil rich, shovels backfill occupied hole, and in a distant a bell rings, silent roars only within our souls, Lord plagued us with doubt filled with bravado, screaming youths revolt for not, the tale told time again, sprouts sown, fostering visions of grandeur, while elders grimace, Abraham to Isaac, Isaac to Jacob to eternity, does the bell toll for the savage beast and sacrificial lamb, perhaps the infant exposed to our cruel world, I ask the trumpets sound alarm like the bell that gongs, lay to rest poetic verses causing boils draining infectious nonsense, let me hear that bell, so I may break the pen I cherish and bleed the inkwell dry #metallica #hemingway #johndonne #camus #forwhomthebelltolls #lordandsaviorjesuschrist #church #muhammad #death #life #bells #tolls #anger #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetsofinstagram #poets #poetsofig #poetssociety #artist #art #photography #photo #selfie #wanker (at High Noon) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co8t1f-uqm-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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can you stay forever? [ evan buckley ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; when your ac unit blows, buck is quick to invite you to stay with him until it’s fixed -- leading to some realizations of where your relationship currently stands

⋯ PROMPT ; [ tara’s invitation ] you go to stay at your lover’s place after learning you are unable to stay at your own

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight angst [ jerk landlords ] + general fluff [ cuddling, kissing + asking to move in ]

buck perked up at the sound of his phone ringing loudly from the kitchen island. pausing his game before standing and quickly making his way over to where the device sat. and smiling when your name flashed across the screen, “hey, babe... to what do i owe this pleasure?” he questions the second he brings the phone to his ear, smiling falling a few seconds later when he hears you huff, “hey, what’s wrong?”

“my stupid ac unit went out, and my landlord said it was gonna be another four days before he could get someone out here to fix it. four days buck! my apartment is gonna turn into a hot box before it even reaches noon.” you complain softly, already feeling the heat creep up in your apartment. it didn’t help that los angeles was experiencing record highs for the day and then seemingly beating the previous days record with an all new high.

“do you want me to come over and look at it?” buck questions, already looking around for the toolbox he kept around just in case something similar happened in his own apartment, “no... because i’ve already tired and i’m about ninety-five percent sure that it’s an internal piece that needs to be replaced. so, i’m stuck until the repairman sounds up.”

“but you can’t say in a hot apartment... that’ll make you miserable.” buck comments before his brows shoot up in realization, “hey! why don’t you come stay with me for a few days? at least until the repairman shows up and then you can go back to your apartment.” he offers, teeth catches his bottom lip in anticipation as he waits eagerly for your response.

“buck, you are a god send. is it alright if i came over now?” you ask softly, to which he quickly responds with an enthusiastic yes before uttering his goodbyes and hanging up the phone to let you pack.

he quickly shuffles around his apartment, cleaning up his leftover containers from the night before and the pile of laundry that had grown in the corner of his bedroom. getting the place spick and span before you came over.

it’s almost half and hour later when you knock softly at his door. buck quickly greeting you with a soft kiss before he’s pulling the bag from your hands and chuckling when you melt against the cool top of his kitchen counter, “it’s so nice in here...” you mutter, relishing in the cool air as it beats down your back.

“you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like... you know i never mind when you stay over.” buck states, smiling as you nod. he disappears for a moment, trailing up the steps to his bedroom to drop you bag and pillow onto his mattress before heading back down to the kitchen.

buck got you settled in for the rest of the day, preparing dinner for the two of you and reminiscing in the moment as you ate together. it was rare that the two of you ate together in the sanctity of his apartment, or hell, even your own. schedules never seemed to line up enough to afford the time for either of you to stay the night, leading to a thundering mess of pent up sexual tension that lasted longer than necessary.

so, buck had happily settled into bed alongside of you, pulling you into the safety of his arms before pressing kisses along the exposed side of your face. relishing in the little giggles that left your lips before eventually relenting, and pressing a final goodnight kiss to you lips before closing his eyes.

the routine had played out better than either of you could have hoped. quickly finding a balance and rhythm that made it seem as if the two of you had done this before in the past. as for buck, he had been more energized by just having someone to share his morning with before heading to his shift.

it continued like this until the end of the week, with the two of you either eating out or ordering in due to the overall tiredness you both felt after your respective shifts. however, you took a chance this night to make something. seeing as you didn’t have to go that morning and buck would be due home after his twenty-four.

“what’s all this?” buck questioned from the doorway, brow raised as you came around the island with two plates in hand, “dinner... figured you’d be hungry and i wasn’t up for trying the mystery dishes in your fridge.” you grimace softly before waving him into the apartment.

“how was your shift?” you smile, taking the seat next to him as he goes into detail about everything he got to do that day. although, he had kinda left out a few of the more unsettling parts. not wanting to make you queasy as you finished up your dinner and wine.

“i’ve got to say, this is problem the best meal i’ve had in a while...” buck comments as he quickly takes you plate before you manage to, prompting you back into your seat as you chuckle lightly, “captain nash not feeding you guys anymore?” you tease lightly, knowing the crew at 118 isn’t missing any meals -- especially the one night buck had brought home a container for you to try and you were almost jealous of him.

“you know what i mean...” he huffs, cleaning up the last of the dishes before pulling you towards the living room to watch whatever peaked either of your interests. buck flipped through each channel, until you make a noise of interest and he left it there. settling further into the couch as he pulled you in closer.

“i’m gonna miss this...” you mutter into his side, already dreading having to go back to your apartment in the morning -- your landlord having informed you earlier that morning that maintenance had fixed the issue. “do you have to go? you could stay here with me...” buck offers, pulling you in closer as if you were going to leave in that very moment, “i’ve still got a few more months on my lease.” you answer, playing with the loose strings of his shirt to keep you occupied.

“then, how about after? wait out the rest of your lease, and then move in with me. you can stay forever.” he smiles, knowing he’s already got you convinced just by the way you tuck your face further into his chest to hide your smile.

“you’ve got about five months to figure out how to not leave your socks on the coffee table, then.” you tease, gesturing to the two pairs of socks already settled atop the wood as buck chuckles, “i’m sure i can figure something out for  you...”

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Can i ask for rio x mc with the prompt for feb feb 14,smut?

Of course! Seeing that Rio's route in JP is just around the corner and has been teased, I got inspired to finish this piece. I can't wait to see more of him! Hope you like it and thanks for requesting ❤

Perfect For Me [ Rio x MC SMUT ]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,642

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence - Rio becomes Emma's boyfriend and co-worker in the store (they're either yet to get involved with the princes, or, simply won't - take it as you like!); Hurt/Comfort; Fluff and Smut; Fluff; Comfort; Thigh Fucking; Vaginal Sex; Lingerie; Creampie; Post sex cuddles; Food

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Part of Be my Valentine, a Content Creation Challenge hosted by me and @chaosangel767

DAY 14 - "No matter what anyone says, you're perfect for me."

For Emma, a certified bookworm, working at a bookstore is a dream come true.

Recently her workload - that hasn't been all that troublesome in the first place - has been eased greatly.

Having Rio Ortiz as both her boyfriend and her co-worker means she barely lifts a finger around the place anymore. Bless the shop owner for being absent so much or she'd be welcomed to see herself out long since… it took enough pleading from Rio to even hire him in the first place. They aren't exactly short of customers, but the work is hardly meeting the necessary of two employees.

And truly, being happy with the lack of customers is a bad thing for which Emma feels guilt deep inside. Then the book she engrosses herself with becomes even more engrossing, and she forgets about the guilt…

The soft ringing of the door's bells pull her out of her world of ballgowns and princes, and she hurries to put her book aside and welcome the two women into the store. She doesn't mind it at all, a rare moment of her being without Rio, who's currently gone to buy the two of them lunch.

The brightness of her smile is hardly mirrored by the two customers' expressions. Their complaining among themselves about the weather only further confirms Emma's suspicion that they entered the store more to seek shelter from the rain than to browse books.

It becomes even more evident when they get annoyed at her offering to help. At last Emma is given a title to search for, only to leave her frowning upon realizing that exact book's location.

"Ah, I'm afraid that one is fairly new and it's still unpacked. Can I recommend something of the same genre? How about-"

"You could have done it already, you know… I bet noone has entered here in awhile with this heavy rain outside."

"Yeah and weren't you busy reading instead, when we entered? Talk about slacking…"

Emma's nails bite into the insides of her fist in an inner fight for maintaining her cool. If getting these two the book they asked for will fix this, then so be it. Let's hope it will be a quicker solution.

Emma excuses herself and goes to the back to search for the cardboard box with the newest titles yet to be placed on the shelves. Scanning the cramped space with her eyes, another grimace sets on her face as she finally spots it, right atop a particularly high shelf.

It's not her first time up a ladder, having to pick up books from the higher shelves more often than not, yet she knows for a fact books are too heavy to handle in stacks that way. Let alone a whole box of them. Yet still she manages to underestimate the weight of that box as she tests her luck and pulls it off the shelf, and, it sees her losing her grip on it right away.

The loud thud of the box meeting the floor is only followed in response by laugher, coming from inside. Emma closes her eyes for a second, wanting to scream.

Ensuring the wellbeing of the contents of the box comes first and the rude customers come second. At least that's what Emma tells herself, desperately needing that brief moment to collect herself. She could hear them talking, not whole words but enough to make her think she's still the topic of their conversation.

That's when another voice mixes in with their blabbing and Emma's eyes widen. Rio is back!

Maneuvering the situation skillfully, Rio tells them to wait just for another second before he enters the storage room. He finds Emma collecting books on the floor and connects the dots immediately.

She hurries to hand him what the customers were asking for, and before taking it from her, Rio caresses her hand. Their eyes meet and Rio's smile is like the sun. Driving the dark clouds away.

Those in her mind, at least. Outside, the rain quickly escalates into a storm. Rio is quick to make use of the situation and suggest to pay the carriage ride for the two women, selling them the book at last and seeing them out of the store with a smile that they finally can return. Emma stands at the storage's doorway in awe with her boyfriend.

"Sometimes I'm afraid of you, Rio…"

Not yet turning to face her, Rio giggles as she watches the carriage take off. Emma can see him turning the store's sign from "open"to "closed".

As soon as she parts her lips to ask what he is doing, Rio crosses the distance and claims her mouth in a kiss. It's so many things at once - a proper greeting at last, a soothing gesture to make her forget, and, it's also pure desire.

"Mmh…Rio… we're having way too much sex on our workplace…!"

"Hmm, and I say, we are not having enough. Let me?"

She can't say no to this pleading look accompanied with a hand on her belly that is gently but urgently pushing her to lie back on the desk. Thank god the view from outside the store is blocked by a bookshelf.

Emma obliges, wanting nothing more than to feel her boyfriend right now. She pushes her skirts out of the way, revealing Rio's favorite pair of underwear underneath.

"…Emma!"

His verbal excitement is just adorable paired with the kisses he rains on her skin - her cleavage, her neck, all over her cheeks. The tickling sensation of it makes her laugh from the bottom of her heart, stopping only to hiss at the sensation of the tip of his cock rubbing onto the wet spot at the apex of her thighs.

It's Rio's turn to chuckle, still bribing with excitement to enter her but taking a second to appreciate her lovely face. Flushed red and marked by evident wanton.

He decides to keep the flimsy, provocative piece of fabric on for a little longer, and opts for fucking her thighs for the time being. His swollen cock slides in just right in the gap of them, holding Emma's legs together and placing them over one of his shoulders for a better angle. Cushioned in their soft flesh and the thin fabric of the underwear, Rio gradually starts thrusting.

Emma groans and moans at the feeling when his cock brushes against her aroused mound. The hotness of it all is only rivaled by the sight of his cockhead peeking between her thighs on each thrust, leaking lasciviously with precome.

Noticing where Emma is looking, Rio leans his body over hers, pressing his forehead to hers and stealing a look at the same place she's concentrated on. The sight is utterly erotic, the time and place working their parts in heightening the levels of adrenalin, and they both know they won't last any longer.

"Rio…I want… inside… I need to feel you."

Groaning more at the vocalized plea than at the anticipation of making it true, Rio's fast hands are quick to push her underwear to the side, almost tearing it in the process. He pushes his cock inside her velvety walls just moments before he feels his peak getting to him, and when Emma clenches tight, so tight, welcoming him inside, he erupts. Warm spurts of come coat her insides as she is left moaning his name, again and again, hoping that the sound is getting lost in the heavy rain beyond these walls. Her own orgasm comes in with a hot rush of juices, conquering her all over, Rio's fierce kisses stealing the moans right off her lips.

He stays right where he is, forehead still pressed to hers as they catch their breaths in bliss. Emma's legs are now locked securely around Rio's waist, not wanting to let him go in the least, as she purrs against his lips.

When she goes quiet for a moment too long, Rio knows that the magic of distraction's done its part, but successfully so. There are no tears. Just Emma's pretty eyes looking away, at nothing in particular.

Rio smiles softly, clearing his tone of the sugar that naturally coats it when he's gotten his full of her. It's near impossible, but he needs to be serious in order for his words to get across.

"No matter what anyone says, you're perfect for me."

She returns her gaze, eyes fluttering in disbelief - even though, everything he does, he does according to these words. There are enough reasons to believe him. But he goes on, to make sure.

"I'm sure you were eager to help these customers, and you're perfectly capable of doing so! Gods Emma, you were in this store long before me! It was just tough luck on you with these two."

Placing a hand on Rio's cheek, a stray "oh Rio"leaving her lips as her eyes flutter shut, anticipating the connection of their mouths in another sweet kiss. But Rio delays it on purpose.

"You're perfect for me. Remember that."

Emma opens her eyes again and giggles, bringing him closer.

"I got it, I got it! Just as you are perfect for me."

At last, Rio giggles too, and presses his lips against hers, kissing her wetly, albeit short. Before his dear Emma can complain, he pushes himself upright and announces the surprise.

"You're perfect for me Emma, because I get to pamper you all I want! Just wait to hear what I got us for lunch!"

Aside from having way too much sex while on the job, they've adopted another bad habit along the way, involving one too many sweets in place of a proper meal. But, saying a word against that would oppose her boyfriend's ways of pampering her, and that is something Emma would very much not want to do…

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H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice 

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

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