iPast-times
By iDrew
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iPasttimes
if we were courting in 1813 and i
had wowed you with a glimpse
of my porcelain white ankle
from under my muslin empire dress
i’ll duly confess
it is i that succumbs to giddiness because
the sight of you in those tight
very tight
breeches has left me suffering all
the symptoms of a heaving bosom
sir
i am all a-quiver
i feel faint with antici
pation
of our first kiss and with
scandalously slutty intentions i suggest
we get loved-up on laudanum
crash a dance laying down some baroque
and bass and banging mozart tunes
then i’ll incarcerate you within
the ringlets of my cascading curls
because sir
and i am certain you are aware of this
if a gentleman wishes to congee
from his lover
he should leave her weak-kneed and in a veritable
state of bliss
for that
kind sir
is the rule of law in my bedroom
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Brilliant - please post these
Brilliant - please post these more often!
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I adore the clash of past and
I adore the clash of past and present. Delicious, lip-licking language, too.
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Some laws are not meant to be
Some laws are not meant to be broken, iDrew. I loved this.
Rich
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Fun and full of frolic.
Fun and full of frolic. Steamy and surreal. Love it
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