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Romantic Excerpts
From Summer of the Red Wolf by Morris West.
Even now, a century older, with all my follies for remembrance, I have no shame in the confession. I was in love with her from that moment. I wanted her in every way that a man can want a woman, passionately, urgently, with body and spirit. Laugh at it if you want. It was so wild a thing I would not blame you. Call it whatever name you will-the coup de foudre, midsummer madness-it happened. It was. I can no more reason it now than I could then. Unfashionable? Out of character? Juvenile? Clownish? All of that. But I see her now, dark hair upswept, cheeks glowing, lace at her throat and wrists. I see myself watching her, knowing with absolute conviction that this was my woman, this was the one for whom I would overturn mountains and hold my own against all contenders.
Yet first I had to win her and I knew, even then, the game would not be easy. This was no foolish virgin, no light matron either. She knew the game, too, and she played it deftly and with charm. She would be outraged by a clumsy or incompetent suitor. Come the moment of avowal she would be ready-to accept or reject it out of hand. To time the moment, however, was my affair, and I, who had known more than one woman in a lifetime, was suddenly doubtful of my skill. I had a vision of myself, the comic fisherman, tangling his line in the rushes while all the trout in the loch thumbed their snouts at him.
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Two happy lovers make one single bread,
one single drop of moonlight in the grass.
When they walk, they leave two shadows that merge,
and they leave one single sun blazing in their bed.
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Wild Nights-Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile-the Winds-
To a Heart in port-
Done with the Compass-
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden-
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor-Tonight-
In Thee!
Emily Dickenson
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ECSTASY
Eagerly, I place my lips,
Upon your very own,
A taste like honeydew,
Have you ever known?
And as I gently probe,
The wonder of your taste,
Words are not now needed,
Just take me by the waist.
Touching me all over,
You may go where you dare,
For I shall not resist,
Touch me, everywhere.
Take me to the height,
That I have never been,
I want the fire works,
That I have never seen.
Please, quench my thirst,
For I, am so on fire,
Satisfy your own hunger,
That is now my desire.
This it has to be heaven,
I have never been so high,
As you gently lay me down,
Breathless, hear my sigh.
Never within this life,
To know such ecstasy,
I pray it lasts forever,
What you have given me.
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Sleepless night of unforgettable moments
sexual tension, sinful pleasure
Naked bodies in a tight embrace
aching with a burning desire
Passionate kisses on soft moist lips
exploring tongues, sensual licks
Stimulating raging, heated passions
lustful moans, grinding motions
Caressing between parted thighs
warm moistness, silky flesh
Firmly gripping and stroking
a hard throbbing shaft
Legs entwined, back arched up
entering with hot sensations
Breathing quickens, every push
penetrating faster deeper
Bodies trembling, quivering
with each rhythmic thrust
Breathless climax erupting
in wave after wave of ecstasy
Expressions of pleasure
moments shared
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