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M stands for Magic, Mystery, or Matrixaccording to taste
Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,
While pain and guilt still linger here below,
Blindness and numbness
these please me alone;
Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier? ==========
Sii la mia schiava d'amore," I purr.
Her expression is guarded. "What did you say?"
An amused smile pulls at my lips. "I'll never tell." Somehow, I don't think she'd agree to be my love slave anyway.
An exquisite flower for my exquisite girl.
Angels, angels, always near, protecting you, my special dear!
My dear Prince, might I beg you to move a little more that way, for your nose casts such a shadow that I really cannot see what I have on my plate
I've met nearly every woman in this room, and I can't think of one who would make a better friend. I'd be glad to have you stay."
My relief was inexpressible.
"Do you think," Maxon asked, "That I could still call you 'my dear'?"
"Not a chance." I whispered.
Hello, Jean-Claude," I said. "Greetings, ma petite," he said. His voice was like fur, rich, soft, vaguely obscene, as if just talking to him was something dirty. Maybe it was. "Don't call me ma petite," I said. He smiled slightly, not a hint of fang. "As you like.
Don't call me darling. I'm a driving instructor!
I'm nobody's sweetheart.
'Tis brief, my lord ... as woman's love.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.
Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
Henceforth an individual solace dear;
Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim
My other half: with that thy gentle hand
Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelld by manly grace.
Today I raised your letter hastily to my lips, and it set my teeth on edge.
Ms. It sounds like a sick bumblebee, it sounds frigid. I mean, who the hell would ever want to stick his hand up the dress of somebody who goes around calling herself something like Ms.? It's all so stupid.
I'm so sorry, I forget to introduce m'self. Cleo, shat for Cleopaitra, cause m' daddy always said I look like an Egyptian princess. And ya are?"
"Not as happy to meet you," he said.
My dear, my dearest dust; I come, I come.
You need somethin' from me, baby?
Well, you'll always be my...Tulip, dear
Marjoram ... Blushes.
And darling, darling stand by me. Oh, stand by me.
Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.
darling, you're no good for me
(you'll choke the life out of me, darling)
Dear to the heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.
See you soon my strange joy, my tender night.
M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises ...
This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.
You're my quiet, Lilly.
Goodbye, pretty girl.
You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love. ...
Yes ma'am," I said, "Anna Celeste's party is Saturday, but I don't need a ride ... No ma'am. It's because Anna Celeste is my Sworn Enemy for Life and I'd rather go face-down in a plate of raw chicken entrails than go to her party. Plus I'm not invited ...
In England I am always madam; I arrived too late to ever be a miss. In New York I have only been madamed once, by the doorman at the Carlyle Hotel.
Well, what did I expect? S&M didn't stand for soft and mushy?
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.
Watch your language, if you don't mind."
What a lady, boy. A queen, for Chrissake.
Nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affection.
Good day, fair maidens.
Make me sweet again,
and fresh
and fragrant
and grateful
for any small event.
Shut it, Duchess
Minor detail. I'm going to kiss you, Marlie - "
"I'll bite you again," she swiftly warned.
He shrugged. "I always have had more guts than sense," he said, and very gently brushed her mouth with
his.
I perceive your tongue is," returned madame; "and what the tongue is, I suppose the man is.
My love's a noble madness.
This son of mine..is entirely sophisticated and quite charming- but delicate- we're all delicate; here, you know.
You are as terrifying as you are wonderful, my dear.
My dearest Mina, Oceans of love and millions of kisses,
DEAR BABY, Isn't it good to know winter is coming -
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
Daisy, love," he whispered, "You're so soft ... so dainty ... where shall I touch you? Here? Or here ... "
"There," she sobbed, as his fingers slid to just the right spot. "Yes ... oh, there ...
Dear to girls' hearts is their own beauty.
And, by the way, I adore you ... in frightening, dangerous ways.
Mistress: Something between a mister and a mattress.
A tip for increased sales or in situations of life or death: Try to always refer to the lady as Miss. or Ms. Using the term: Ma'am could piss her off.
First, I thought we'd already established that I am not a gentleman. That ship sailed long ago. And second, you'd be surprised what gentlemen do...and what ladies enjoy."
~Lord Bourne
I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.
Darling: the popular form of address used in speaking to a member of the opposite sex whose name you cannot at the moment remember.
Very close, I want to hear your voice; and then I'll lose myself in the maelstrom of your eyes, your lips and your hair - you know it very well, you my beguiling siren and you rob me, mercilessly, of my thinking.
Thank you for being here, my beauty. Mon ange. My Kate. Your utterly, Vincent.
Dear L
Fell asleep in a park. Started to rain. Woke up with my hat full of leaves. You are all I see when I open or close a book.
Yours,
M
These tears I'm wailing, I spill not without reason. Remove them, my dearest love. Take me to the place I've been dreaming of, where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely and they whisper, just very softly, Please be mine, Dearest Love.
Good morning sweetheart.
My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess
Boy, you and your promises
If your goal was to love, you scored an epic miss
Now you'll just have memories
Be aware of me always, adore me, make every act an offering to me, and you shall come to me; this I promise; for you are dear to me.
She called me 'my lady,' " she told him in a plaintive voice. "I don't know who that is. I'm no lady." The last of his fury faded away to be replaced with a quick gleam. He peered under the sheet. "I can attest to that.
Fierce wee thing. There's my brave lass.
She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue
The mountain, my lady
She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew,
Mount Eskel, my lady
Good-night, Mister Sherlock Holmes.
Bessie, you must promise not to scold me any more till I go." "Well, I will; but mind you are a very good girl, and don't be afraid of me. Don't start when I chance to speak rather sharply; it's so provoking.
Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.
From a private gentlewoman you have made me first a marchioness, then a queen; and, as you can raise me no higher in the world, you are now sending me to be a saint in Heaven.
I am sentimental,' she said. 'I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand.
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
This is not a letter but my arms about you for a brief moment.
Dearer to me than the evening star A Packard car A Hershey bar Or a bride in her rich adorning Dearer than any of these by far Is to lie in bed in the morning
Miss can I get a second to speak and quietly mention,
That I am so into who you are, can I get your attention?
Don't be so damned patronizing. Your performance so far has been a little less than dazzling."
"I didn't mean no harm," I said and kissed her. "That a new dress?"
"Ah! Changing the subject, you coward.
Dear Kitty, Nothing special going on here.
As you don't have a lover, Miss Darling, I'd like to offer my services. As I believe we've just proven, we're quite compatible.
Can I fetch you something, madam? A cup of tea?'
In the old days she'd have been 'miss' and he'd have offered her a cocktail.
The Lady or The Tiger,'
...
'My lady, the tiger,
What! do not you know who Miss Williams is? I am sure you must have heard of her before. She is a relation of the Colonel's, my dear; a very near relation. We will not say how near, for fear of shocking the young ladies.
A pleasant letter I hold to be the pleasantest thing that this world has to give.
oh.
my.
goodness.
I was brought up in a household with sir and ma'am.
Madame, may I see your dog's chit, please,
Sir,"she said,"you are no gentleman!"
An apt observation,"he answered airily."And, you, Miss, are no lady.
My curiosity sister of larks.
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,You are soft as the nesting dove.Come to my heart and bring it restAs the bird flies home to its welcome nest.
Who are you to me?"
And with no doubt, my lips parted and I moaned, "Your queen.
But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.
A Token"
My lady
fair with
soft
arms, what
can I say to
you - words, words
as if all
worlds were there.
Come my little one, and give me your hand.
Your humour, madam, Gives any and everyone too easy access Into your heart. You have too many lovers Besieging you - a thing I can't endure.
Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?
Dear Mother,
I meant to write you before this and I hope you haven't been worried ... I have met some Beautiful People and ...