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Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.
All unquiet things,
which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs
An unreflective mind is a poor roof. Passion, like the rain, floods the house. But if the roof is strong, there is shelter. Whoever follows impure thoughts Suffers in this world and the next. In both worlds he suffers And how greatly.
I'm up to my ears in unwritten words.
So unabashed as to make its recipient afraid - not of the girl but of a world that didn't abide such forthright joy.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.
A blast of whooshing pleasure swept through me and I fell over the other side, into sweet currents of relaxing little judders. The gentleman pulled away and I lay there still sprawled and used. I didn't care. I'd been indoctrinated in the ways of the flesh and my exposure to it was like a drug.
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.
I ... overflow; my desires have invented new desire, my body knows unheard-of-songs. Time and again ... I have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst - burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune.
Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.
I am insatiable - aim to sate me but never dull my flames of desire that are fuelled by the existence of you.
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
One who is unrestrained in life-delusion overcomes; as the wind a weak tree.
Women have made me; and also unmade.
Kate was lying under him, spread on the table like a banquet for a starving man. And the scent of her arousal caused his hunger to spike suddenly and sharply from deep inside him. It surged out of him in a wave that overwhelmed him. Journey Into Submission (eXtasy)
Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.
Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms ... the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars ...
I am everything untamed and untameable! It brought Conor up close to its eye. I am this wild earth, come for you, Conor O'Malley.
He whose longing has been aroused for the indescribable, whose mind has been quickened by it, and whose thought is not attached to sensuality is truly called one who is bound upstream.
A noble character loves things unadulterated.
Utterly engulfed,
And wanting more.
Buried,
Drowned,
Intoxicated,
With the vastness of love.
Losing myself as the waves wash over me,
Through me,
Surrounding me,
Caught up in the a hurricane of overwhelming peace,
I have let go,
And He has found me.
Ecstasy! In common parlance ecstasy is fun. But ecstasy is not fun. Your very soul is seized and shaken until it tingles. After all, who will choose to feel undiluted awe? The unknowing vulgar abuse the word; we must recapture its full and terrifying sense.
Unbidden, a memory stirred in the back of Aeduan's mind. Another child, another basket, another lifetime, and a monk named Evrane, who had saved him from it all.
Evrane's mistake. She should have left Aeduan behind.
She felt unpeeled and rather exposed. She felt almost improper.
All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.
She was not quite what you would call refined.
She was not quite what you would call unrefined.
She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I'm going to be immoderate
and volatile
I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry. I shall be rampant.
Shaken and not stirred.
It is a word that's quickly spoken, which being unrestrained, a heart is broken
I've wandered over many lands, and reaped withal no fruit, I've laid my pride of rank aside, and pressed my baffled suit, At stranger boards, like shameless crow, I've eaten bitter bread, But fierce Desire, that raging fire, still clamours to be fed.
The unfed mind devours itself.
The unadulteratedness makes a person beautiful.
Decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.
blissful as ignorance,
A dirty, joyous, bare-limbed freedom, which rose in his imagination like a vast airy cathedral, ruined perhaps, roofless, fan-vaulted to the skies, where they would weightlessly drift upward in a powerful embrace ...
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes
Unwhipped of justice.
I feel naturally florid when I look up again. I look like a flourish. I look the way the word galore feels. I feel uncultivated beautiful, like pure, organic allure.
Dried out and curled up in a ball, me, I am like tea. Waiting to be immersed. Willing to unfold. Wanting to unfurl. Wailing silently to be exposed. Whimpering till that day. It seems I'm wilting and withering away.
Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.
The storms inside uncoil
into sky held calm by far seeing eyes
Memories dressed in the translucent
trickery of the mind,
so as to wear life upon themselves,
give up their tired dance and run
into free frequency
My lone desire stands, looking like beauty on a cloud, ripe for my picking, ready for me to ravish and pleasure. Waiting for me to tempt and tease. Satisfy and gratify.
Incredible, searing, glorious heat consumed her. Coherent thought eluded her. She could not think. She could not speak. With a helpless gasp of pleasure, she surrendered. Her arms twined around his neck, clutching him to her.
A wild dissolving bliss
Over my frame he breathed, approaching near,
And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness
Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss
Ardent
yet chill and formal,
how I ache
to tempt a chisel
as a sculptor.
Stunned cannot adequately describe how I feel right now. I am bursting with emotion - a volcanic mixture of happiness and sadness and adoration -
Life is bliss. It is unbounded, deep within; and it is full of boundaries outside. So we advise the people to turn the attention within, experience that unbounded wholeness of life, and bring the mind out fully saturated with that
start to live unboundedness in the field of boundaries.
Never mistake complacence for the illusion of control. She is like wildfire, at once utterly beguiling and wholly untameable.
The great longing of an unquiet heart is to possess constantly and consciously the loved one, or, failing that, to be able to plunge the loved one, when a time of absence intervenes, into a dreamless sleep timed to last unbroken until the day they meet again.
Wonder - the sensation of being whisked out of time and space ... to be bathed in ... epiphanous delight.
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
It was raw pity and unconstrained joy.
Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.
Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.I'm naked to the bone,With nakedness my shield.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Intoxicating" - Shannon
If some people are "outed," are other people "inned"? Can we say that someone has been "besided" or "overed"?
Some to conceit alone their taste confine,
And glittering thoughts struck out at ev'ry line;
Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit;
One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit.
Stirred with passion, laced with fun, spiked with laughter & served with a smile. On the road. No sugar, no milk. Horn OK Please. Buy my books or may the wrath of a thousand locusts infest your underpants *Smack!!*
A lonely impulse of delight
My heart is pure as the driven slush.
Jaded. I never understood the term. Jade is pretty and worth something, yes? I was rusted if I was anything. Too long in the rain. Going out in an orange blaze of muted, anonymous, common-as-dirt oxidation.
I am torn open, unabridged, hot and a bit crazy inside. This is the feeling which belongs to me, she has always been mine.
buoyed not
by thrill but by happiness.
Your words seduced me,captured and imprisoned me in a world of wonders.
Enthralled, I lie at your feet,slayed and yearning for more of your magic.
I saw you with your envoy A consenting adult Technique in moderation But vogue to the cult Me I've got my strangers To exile in the night I guess I'm just addicted To the pain of delight
unrequitted love amuses me
He despised the words leaving his mouth, hating the way they made him feel. Exposed. Open. By a girl who didn't weigh more than his cock. A girl who stared at him with eyes of fire, who pushed buttons he didn't know he had, and had wormed her way inside a part of him that should be closed.
honeyed words, smooth as butter and strong as iron, fall on open ears.
Hot and pulsing on the edge of a dynastic rebellion, like the arteries of an old man about to have his first orgasm in years. He
I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.
Unchecked craving strangles the careless man.
To be so adored but controlled. To be so loved but dominated. The combination was the best aphrodisiac in the world.
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
You seem ... unsettled." Was "unsettled" another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.
Yet, the man never goes slow!
Feted against all the odds.
How? Nobody knows.
Undeterred, unabated, yet uncharted he goes ...
An unrestricted satisfaction of every need presents itself as the most enticing method of conducting one's life, but it means putting enjoyment before caution, and soon brings its own punishment.
Young, Chade suggested. Young and full of righteous fury. Hurt and heartbroken, I suggested. So tired of being thwarted. Tired of being bound by rules that no one else had to follow.
How impotent my anger was, a surge with no place to land, and how familiar that was: my feelings strangled inside me, like little half-formed children, bitter and bristling.
My love is like the wind and wild is the wind. Give me more than one caress, satisfy my hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart for wild is the wind.
I have overspread the world like a syrup and the emptiness of it it's terrifying, but there is no dislodging the seed; the seed has become a little knot of cold fire which roars like a sun in the vast hollow of the dead carcass.
Once people see this 'Unplugged,' I just want them to feel the spontaneity, to feel passionate ... I want you to see another side of me, that's free, and feel where my head is, where whatever happens, happens. I want you to feel inspired.
Just like the sea, she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately.
By now I was utterly deprogrammed. I walked along naked usually, clothes being not only putrid but unnecessary. My skin had been baked a deep terra-cotta brown and was the constituency of harness leather. The sun no longer penetrated it. I retained my hat.
My highway is unfeatured air, My consorts are the sleepless stars, And men my giant arms upbear My arms unstained and free from scars.
Like a bird on a wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free!!
Everyone says,
Come to your senses, and I do, of you.
Every touch electric, every taste you,
every smell, even burning sugar, every
cry and laugh. Toothpicked samples
at the farmers' market, every melon,
plum, I come undone, undone.
I was an open field, full and plentiful, needing tender love and care. My parents drove the plow over me, tearing up my soil. They left me broken. Thirsty for love. Hungry for affection.
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
when Rave finally pulled his mouth away she felt drained yet energized, lost but found, sated but wanting. And desperately, irrevocably, and joyously in love.
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
I am consumed by love.
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
I am enthusiastic.
I am endless.
They were a tangle of limbs on the bed, limbs and f lesh and bodies entwined so fully, joined so deeply, that it was as if they were sealed together. The heat had melted and merged them. They weren't even human now, but sex in its rawest, purest form.
There is an excitement to being bound. To being helpless. A sensual thrill that comes from trusting fully and abandoning modesty at the command of your lover.
I was tired of acting free when I was not, tired of acting strong when I was in fact weak. I hungered more for freedom than I cared for the approval of those around me. I had already discovered that their approval could never set me free.