Neither was I, Insomniac, but it's for fun isn't it !
I float like a butterfly
In haphazard flight.
Or perhaps
I float like a butterfly
From Ali to Clay
or even
I float like a butterfly
In rings that are square
Come on everyone .. lets have fun with this
Can anyone add ONE further line to EACH of the above?
I suppose any man in a position of power can find it easy to acquire a mistress (or even several.) The acquisition isn't confined to Tsars and Emperors and Kings, but to Presidents and heads of state.
Was it Queen Catherine the Great of Russia who had multiple lovers to comfort her? If it was I'm not sure if "the Great"referred to the numbers of lovers, or to her stamina in satisfying them all LOL
In the UK, the Press is always on the lookout for male Cabinet Ministers doing the naughty with their female (and sometimes male) assistants. So many of the idiots let themselves be found out by being indiscreet. Sex is normal. The need for sexual variety in men is well known. If ONLY they would keep it under the sheets so to speak, and not flop it out in public.
None of them even think of the mega-money that a mistress can sell her story for.
I can't BLAME anyone for falling into temptation, but it gets boring (dare I use that word in this context?) in the holier-than-thou media. I prefer erotica myself.
Now where was I ... oh yes "his hand slipped under the hem of her dress, caressing her silken inner thigh and ..." damn here's that blasted local news reporter again and I'm not dressed yet !!!!
Amusing LOL..... and did I (gasp gasp) actually catch a brief glimpse oF (groan moan mmmmmm) A BARE NIPPLE
These models are hilarious ... that pouting they do is soooo awfully amateurish and non-sexy !!!
I had the privilege of reading that poem to the assembled congregation at the wedding of my husband's sister a few years ago. Wonderfully expressive words showing, declaring her love for Robert. Love it.
It is so tender, so beautiful I quote it below for lovers of poetry
SONNET XLIII, from THE PORTUGUESE
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
Elizabeth Barrett Browning from The Portuguese // I love that poem to Robert Browning.... so a male recipient?
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Beyond the ken of man
My heart and soul become slight
Taken in by your sight
I love your touch, I love your kiss
You take me from agony's abyss.
You lift me high, restore my worth
My love, my life, my renewed birth
Lovely bronzes--- beautiful C2C
DM I would guess Dean Martin?
(mental message forLush .... BEAST this is a tough one)
ermmmm
The Bride lay on her virgin bed
Her husband came in and asked for head.
She turned her back, which opened her crack .....
(Lush can finish this one and start the next !!!)
Here is a challenge then --- what can we do with this one
The bride lay on her virgin bed
A new one then
A green-eyed Irish named Kelly ....
When told NO, asked well will you suck it ... (next line please)
The poor girl looks starved to death... I wonder if she's been overdoing the diet