sweet fantasy

Self love to self play...Mirth of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this joy there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No shape so true, no truth of such account; And for myself mine own worth do define, As I all other in all worths surmount. And when my glass shows me myself indeed, Smooth and soft, warm and so comely, Mine own self-love quite truly I do read; Self so self-loving were never an iniquity. 'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise, full of beauty to love and stroke all my daysA helpless sigh evades Wet lips.For clammy fingertipsFondle at my chest,And my toes curlAs they brush past my stomach. My lips part. I gasp.I tremble at the soundsOf my own dirty voicesAnd the three naked womenHidden behind my eyelidsWhose touch I echo.
The moment of truth, the very moment I was about to lick and taste her juices.
The very first time I tasted woman...a sweet, slightly salty but warm scent filled my nostrils.
Almost the scent of pineapple. Would it also taste as good as the scent? The tongue ready, her
pussy ready...then the first lick. The thrill of that first taste tingled through me, more, yes more.
I love her, I love her. No other taste tastes so captivating.
Who has the the stronger serpent,
her will or his bold attachment...?
Her spell was surely a greater match,
as her conjured fangs to him did latch,
injecting a potent serum to his seed,
aha, a woman he never more will need.
To her serpent he willingly gave in,
to the bite ending his appendage sin.
Nothing and no one in the world could kill the love I have for you. I have surrendered my whole individuality, the very essence of my being to you. I have given you my body time after time to treat as you pleased, to tear in pieces if such had been your will. All the hoardings of my imagination I have laid bare to you. There isn’t a recess in my brain into which you haven’t penetrated. I have clung to you and caressed you and slept with you and I would like to tell the whole world I clamour for you… You are my lover and I am your mistress...(lesbian true words from 1919)
I think I need to take frequent breaks from kissing your body... to return to your lips time and again, kissing all your lips fills all my man pretenses...
I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips,
The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your unappeased breasts.
In your white voluptuousness my desire rests,
Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips.