Rollicking lilting: an unseen young woman's chortle haunts my ears. Angelic chuckling softens my heart. Occasionally, in a swooning despair, I lean out the window to blindly seek her face, the fount, only to be splashed with a fresh outpouring of cherubic mirth. Assured, languid, bright, content — all I've wanted to experience in a woman. Intermittent eternal trumpet of joy — tittering with gusto — driving me up to heaven.
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Sage Advice
Unenlightened, I am still washing dishes and harvesting bamboo and I still carry the woman I helped across the river in my heart.
Princess Grace
Others put on dressy lies. Your style is ready-to-wear for a palace.
Gaze
The swordsman beheld the sword. His blood called to it. It sliced him, singing.
Stereotypical
Men make things. Women make things worthwhile.
Amen
As God, I completely and utterly heal myself and The World and enlist my angels to do my biding and I entrain my lovers to prepare their bodies and their souls for my dallying and ravishing and delight
Plated
My heart is a steak marinated in love, tender from nashing, raw, then seared, asizzle
Happenstance
Universe, You allow me my happenstance and I happen to love you.
Float
The lake luxuriates in deep infinity
Pigéage
so low my fruit heavy bearing your light bare feet piercing me with high heels