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Truth.
Era di un'eleganza erotica, aveva il cervello con i tacchi a spillo, e sculettava nell'anima....
Bukowski
Personally, I’m in favor of bringing back the draft…
She was barely 20 here…now she’s in her sixties. Any guy that only wants that young version and forgo’s her experience since…is surrendering to his inner boy. Pathetic.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
…Frosty truth.
Well…it’s rare I share…but you look like the exception…as long as you can see the boundaries in my eyes…
She told him: “Don’t bring a friend…bring an enemy…compete.”
Her thought? His thought? If your first thought was ‘both’…you’re my people.
Pick a girl who reads...
Pick a girl that reads half naked ….
A book worth the traded time to read…a quote from author Wallace Nichols:
“We are beginning to learn that our brains are hardwired to react positively to water and that being near it can calm and connect us, increase innovation and insight, and even heal what’s broken.”
Katline by 📷 Mike Groeger
@theperfectionjunkie
Nice hotel…but before you come to bed turn off the A/C and turn up the heat…we’ve going to get sweating…
morning tea
Morning vitamin D after last evening’s overdose of another D…
Keira Knightley nightly? Certainly…come aboard Miss Swann.
Yes, that one, I want you to read the beach scene to me…
Nature's Noise
"Needled nuance,
Nominal nudging,
Naughty neighborhood.
Nourishing neglected needs,
Noticing newfound nerves,
Neglecting normality.
Nobody nearby,
Now new,
Nearly."
Erotic thesaurus play…who knew?
Ulysses and the Sirens, (Detail), (c. 1909), by Herbert James Draper (English, 1863 – 1920), oil on canvas, 177 × 213.5 cm (69.6 × 84 in), Ferens Art Gallery
“Gently down the stream”….no, just stop, singing is our thing… and not remotely what we had in mind gentlemen.
the reader
Oooooo…just one more chapter before matins….
* Thanks to my mutual https://www.tumblr.com/sade-nh4 , a wordsmith of note that created this story just for this picture…you’re a star Sade!
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“The dimness of the cell was barely dissipated by the trembling flicker of a wax candle. The silence of the convent was absolute, dense, and heavy, broken only by the almost imperceptible rustle of linen paper between her fingers. Sister Teresa held the clandestine volume with a mixture of reverence and guilt that only intensified the heat rising in her chest.
Beneath the heavy, coarse wool habit, her skin acquired an unfamiliar sensitivity. The words of the book, forbidden and beautiful, acted like liquid caresses. They described the encounter of two lovers under the Tuscan sun, silk gliding over bare shoulders, and the silent plea of parted lips.
Each sentence she read was a challenge to the stillness of her refuge. The contrast between the austerity of the stone walls and the exuberance of the narrative created a vibrant atmosphere, where time seemed to stand still. The candlelight cast dancing shadows that mimicked the movement of the characters in her imagination, transporting her far from the rigidity of her vows into a world of overflowing emotions.
She felt her pulse quicken in her temples as the story reached a point of no return. The struggle between devotion and human curiosity played out on every page turned. The scent of old paper and melting wax mingled with the intensity of the plot, enveloping her in a trance of pure fascination.
Suddenly, an almost imperceptible vibration in the air, the harbinger of dawn, brought her back to the reality of her cell. Duty awaited her beyond the heavy wooden doors, but the magnetism of the story was too powerful to ignore at that precise moment. With a sigh that mingled weariness with longing, she fixed her gaze once more on the printed words.
Ooooooh... just one more chapter before matins.
No I don’t belong to a gym…but I do work out, a lot, mainly lifting weights…you look a solid 195 so let’s get started.
There is a story in this picture…