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From the exotic cliffs of your heart
from the tropic islands of your skin,
A hot wind gushes sweetly,
Seeking me, your distant lover
My blood lusts for you
Ecstatically it churns
Whirling chaos,
Burning for the softness of your blushing cunt
Your hot breath storms the oceans
And rounds the four corners of the earth,hunting eagerly
For the arms of your lost lover
I wait alone on this yacht of love
till you blow upon my hair
and fill my sails with the breath of your desire.
My bow thus rocks, sailing
over and over the waves of your sex
And my mast digs into your deepest waters
A long slow digging
A journey into emptiness of mind
Accompanied by the groaning moans of insane delight
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Piso Mojado
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never in a thousand years did i expect you to use the phrase "blushing cunt"
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KLM
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It just sounded right. The blend of harsh and soft consonants carries wonderfully off the tongue. As I wrote those words, I was thinking about the naked intensity and scintillating beauty of spring in the countryside.
As I stroll though the lush hilltops and colourful forests which surround me, I feel as if everything is blossoming. It's mezmerizing and captivating, the country blushes with her own beauty.
With regards to the pejorative connotations of certain words,
most of the adjectives we use to disparage nouns have little to do with any innate qualities that a noun might have. Quite frankly, I think its almost entirely in our minds.
Short is beautiful. Tall is beautiful.
Black is beautiful. White is beautiful.
Our bodies our beautiful. The only thing we should be embarassed about is our own beauty.
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minnesota_chris
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the metaphors were nice, up until you started gettin jiggy with your mast.
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