mistério nos biquinhos arrepiados
mistérios no olho do seu cu
mistério no clitóris arredio
mistérios nos lábios encarnados
mistérios em todas as mulheres,
e em cada uma de suas fendas e protuberâncias.
nunca as decifraremos, mas como viver sem elas?
(parte do poema de Galahad nos comentários do post abaixo)
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decifra-me, galahad...
e te devoro!
milady
me espere no desfiladeiro
que leva a Tebas
(prepare suas grutas
e seus mistérios).
gwyn
my good blade carves the casques of men,
my tough lance thrusteth sure,
my strength is as the strength of ten,
and I will try hard to keep my heart pure.
(mas não é fácil)
Galahad,
"How sweet are looks that ladies bend
On whom their favours fall!
For them I battle till the end,
To save from shame and thrall:
But all my heart is drawn above,
My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine:
I never felt the kiss of love,
Nor maiden's hand in mine."
Eu sei que nao e facil, but,not to worry, your heart will always be pure, regardless..
Just don't worry..
sweet gwyn
thanks for your words, I shall not worry anymore.
I just can't believe that you found more of me in Lord Tennyson's beautiful verses.
now you know so much of me. and I have so little of you to enrich my fantasies...
Sir Galahad,
Fantasies are our minds in freedom.
With your freedom I allow you to have all of me....
...are you prepared for the experience?
yes I am, my lady of pale beauty and scarlet heart. yes I am!
I promise to have all of you in the greens of Avalon. And I promise to take your body and your soul up to the peaks of Desire and down to the valleys of Delight.
Once again, milady, I kneel down and kiss your delicate feet.
Sir Galahad,
I was led to believe you would like to have all of me...
so, stand up, hold my hands
look in my eyes,
allow your fantasies go wild.
Tell me, what do you see?
Gwynevere, my white fay,
I will start by telling you what I see when I look at you. Later I will tell you what I see when my fantasies go wilder and I forecast what I will be doing to you and with you…
When I dare to look at you, my Queen, I see that thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, that thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, and that thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn.
And thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins; thy hips are soft and generous as the bosom of an Roman matron; and thy thighs are white and strong, and they can charm and bind men forever, like sirens’ lulling songs.
And thy most secret jewel, oh my Queen, the one that shines a little below thy navel, is sweet as the honey of Gilead, and perfumed as a lily blossom, and wild as the winds of Tibet, and hungry as a hunting tigress of Punjab.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister and my love; thou hast ravished my heart with the glitter of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck, with thy charming words and thy sensual smile.
Are you prepared now, milady, for my audacious fantasies? May I humbly proceed?
In my bed all night I long
For the one that my soul loves,
I seek him but do not find him.
I rise and roam the city,
Through the streets and through the squares
I search for the one that my soul loves
I seek him everywhere but do not find him.
"Have you seen him?
Have you seen the beloved of my soul?"
your knight is coming to warm your royal bed, your highness.
just wait for him,
in the mist of Avalon...
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