In the Garden of Light and Shadow

[JustAnotherFlower]

Would love hear you read to kill a mockingbird

You'll have to settle for smutty poetry, I'm afraid. https://voca.ro/1akD5QpQIrDX

With you in a milkmaid outfit, I don’t think that I will have trouble with support.

Braggart...

 

[ConstantineIII]

You'll have to settle for smutty poetry, I'm afraid. https://voca.ro/1akD5QpQIrDX


Braggart...

I didn’t say how high up I would be! Also, how much smutty poetry do you have close at hand?

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

I didn’t say how high up I would be! Also, how much smutty poetry do you have close at hand?

Ummm... *counts books* Enough...?

 

[ConstantineIII]

Ummm... *counts books* Enough...?

Impossible…there is never enough.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Impossible…there is never enough.

Then help fill the shelf above my bed with words you've penned or found. Don't make me do all of the work.

 

[ConstantineIII]

Then help fill the shelf above my bed with words you've penned or found. Don't make me do all of the work.

Had we but world enough and time!

I tend to lean to the Carpe Diem school, but I certainly know a few. Give me a moment to collect you a bibliography.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Had we but world enough and time!

I tend to lean to the Carpe Diem school, but I certainly know a few. Give me a moment to collect you a bibliography.

*whimper* Bibliography...

Michael Faudet, Nikita Gill, Lang Leav, Kirk Diedrich, Tyler Knott Gregson, Rupi Kaar...

 

[Wolfie605]

You'll have to settle for smutty poetry, I'm afraid. https://voca.ro/1akD5QpQIrDX


Braggart...

If its listening to you, I'll take it

 

[ConstantineIII]

Then help fill the shelf above my bed with words you've penned or found. Don't make me do all of the work.

To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44688/to-his-coy-mistress

John Donne:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44106/holy-sonnets-batter-my-heart-three-persond-god

I would also suggest Eloisa to Abelard by Pope, but I am not finding a link I like and it is very long.

I have a few more contemporary pieces in my mind, but it looks like you know the contemporary field better than I, and those that I do know aren't easily available online.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44688/to-his-coy-mistress

John Donne:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44106/holy-sonnets-batter-my-heart-three-persond-god

I would also suggest Eloisa to Abelard by Pope, but I am not finding a link I like and it is very long.

I have a few more contemporary pieces in my mind, but it looks like you know the contemporary field better than I, and those that I do know aren't easily available online.

If you want to go back further and stray from eroticism, Alfred Noyes wrote my favorite poem of all time- The Highwayman.

If its listening to you, I'll take it

Lies! Such lies.

 

[Wolfie605]

If you want to go back further and stray from eroticism, Alfred Noyes wrote my favorite poem of all time- The Highwayman.


Lies! Such lies.

What would I gain from lying to you. A person with a reading voice and artistry that demands nothing but truth to be spoken

 

[ConstantineIII]

If you want to go back further and stray from eroticism, Alfred Noyes wrote my favorite poem of all time- The Highwayman.


Lies! Such lies.

I cannot think of a better way to spend my evening than listening to you read Noyes. It has been a long time since I read The Highwayman.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

What would I gain from lying to you. A person with a reading voice and artistry that demands nothing but truth to be spoken

Boobs. It would get you boobs, probably.
Truth is a duel edged blade, one best kept sheathed till needed and drawn carefully.

I cannot think of a better way to spend my evening than listening to you read Noyes. It has been a long time since I read The Highwayman.

I'll put you to sleep.
Instead, revisit it within your own realm. Hear the cadence of hoof beats in your chest and the languid roll of words off the tongue. Ah, poor Bess...

 

[ConstantineIII]

Boobs. It would get you boobs, probably.
Truth is a duel edged blade, one best kept sheathed till needed and drawn carefully.

I'll put you to sleep.
Instead, revisit it within your own realm. Hear the cadence of hoof beats in your chest and the languid roll of words off the tongue. Ah, poor Bess...

I can guarantee that you did not put me to sleep. Though I find my hand on my favorite book of poetry reading now thanks to you.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

I can guarantee that you did not put me to sleep. Though I find my hand on my favorite book of poetry reading now thanks to you.

Then my day has been a success! Smiles brought, chuckles had, and beloved books revisited once again.

 

[ConstantineIII]

Then my day has been a success! Smiles brought, chuckles had, and beloved books revisited once again.

I can safely say that you have accomplished far more than that.

 

[Wolfie605]

Boobs. It would get you boobs, probably.
Truth is a duel edged blade, one best kept sheathed till needed and drawn carefully.

I'll put you to sleep.
Instead, revisit it within your own realm. Hear the cadence of hoof beats in your chest and the languid roll of words off the tongue. Ah, poor Bess...

Not going to lie boobs are great but why hide the truth of what you are sharing when there is nothing to lie about

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Read Me Like Braille
by: Sharon Carter-Wray

Close your eyes
And surrender to
Your other senses
Unfasten your mind
And visualise me
In another way
Say nothing
As your fingers travel
Over every dip and curve
Learn
From my response to you
Hear if we are in tune
Caress
Every part of me
Listen closely
To the gasps I inhale
Breathe me in
From the sighs
That I exhale
Let your fingers
Slowly glide over me
As you read my skin
Like braille​

 

[Wolfie605]

Read Me Like Braille
by: Sharon Carter-Wray
Close your eyes
And surrender to
Your other senses
Unfasten your mind
And visualise me
In another way
Say nothing
As your fingers travel
Over every dip and curve
Learn
From my response to you
Hear if we are in tune
Caress
Every part of me
Listen closely
To the gasps I inhale
Breathe me in
From the sighs
That I exhale
Let your fingers
Slowly glide over me
As you read my skin
Like braille​

It is a beautiful morning

 

[ConstantineIII]

Read Me Like Braille
by: Sharon Carter-Wray
Close your eyes
And surrender to
Your other senses
Unfasten your mind
And visualise me
In another way
Say nothing
As your fingers travel
Over every dip and curve
Learn
From my response to you
Hear if we are in tune
Caress
Every part of me
Listen closely
To the gasps I inhale
Breathe me in
From the sighs
That I exhale
Let your fingers
Slowly glide over me
As you read my skin
Like braille​

That is a piece that I would read again and again and again.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

It is a beautiful morning

Just need it to be a little warmer!

That is a piece that I would read again and again and again.

Until your fingertips and lips memorize the shape of every syllable..

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Getting lost in pretty words...

 

[99Freedom]

Lost in the sight of this pic

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Lost in the sight of this pic

It's the mess of books, isn't it? It's okay. I get lusty over a big stack of books, too.

 

[AnalCreampieGiver]

Getting lost in pretty words...

Wow.. *mesmerized by booty*