I'm like a drug,Habit forming, repeat as needed, refill your Rx with
Between your sheets you soundly sleepNor dreams of vigils that we lovers keepWhile all the night, I waking sign your name,The tender sound does every nerve inflame,Imagination shows me all your charms,The plenteous silken hair, and waxen arms,The well turned neck, and snowy rising breastAnd all the beauties that supinely restbetween your sheets. Ah Lindamira, could you see my heart,How fond, how true, how free from fraudful art,The warmest glances poorly do explainThe eager wish, the melting throbbing painWhich through my very blood and soul I feel,Which you cannot believe nor I reveal,Which every metaphor must render lessAnd yet (methinks) which I could well express between your sheets.Between Your Sheets Anonymous
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." Anais Nin "Some men spend a lifetime in an attempt to comprehend the complexities of women. Others preoccupy themselves with somewhat simpler tasks, such as understanding the theory of relativity!" Albert Einstienbut ultimately I want to have a cascade of endorphins pour through us as our bodies lay entwined exhausted and spent just releshing the moment that is given as we realize here we are...