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Trout Fishing in America

Thank you for turning me on to this writer. I'm partial to this poem myself:


I've Never Had It Done So Gently Before

The sweet juices of your mouth
are like castles bathed in honey.
I've never had it done so gently before.
You have put a circle of castles
around my penis and you swirl them
like sunlight on the wings of birds.


- Richard Brautigan

:devil:

My first introduction to Braugjtigan was Trout Fishing in America and I've been read him ever since

I want to be in you twice: https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/461870-the-beautiful-poem-i-go-to-bed-in-los-angeles
 
It’s the sunset that’s stunning tonight...but it provides great lighting!

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The sunset may be stunning, but it doesn't hold a candle to your breasts.
 
There is one object I can think of that could rise to the occasion and create a shadow ... :devil:

Same object I was thinking of!

My first introduction to Braugjtigan was Trout Fishing in America and I've been read him ever since

I want to be in you twice: https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/461870-the-beautiful-poem-i-go-to-bed-in-los-angeles

:eek: Another good one!

The sunset may be stunning, but it doesn't hold a candle to your breasts.

:heart::kiss::kiss:
 
Sighs .. Oh so wonderfully captured. So breathtakingly beautiful:heart:
 

As I sat high above you
Your cleavage I could see
I contemplated both of them
That's how you spellbound me

It’s the sunset that’s stunning tonight...but it provides great lighting!

Your hair the weeping willow
At the water's edge
And from my windy crag
Above the moorland sedge

I see the willow frond
Caress the ripple
I feel your nipple
At my fingertips

Your breasts are gentle snowdrifts
In an open field
The supple fingered winter wind
The grass concealed

And though the winter wind
May be deceiving
I feel your breathing
At my fingertips

Your legs the spreading branches
Of the tree of life
The willow wand will bend
Before the woodman's knife

The tangle thicket parts
Before the forest fire
Your warm desire
Is at my fingertips

Cheers :kiss:
 
As I sat high above you
Your cleavage I could see
I contemplated both of them
That's how you spellbound me

Your hair the weeping willow
At the water's edge
And from my windy crag
Above the moorland sedge

I see the willow frond
Caress the ripple
I feel your nipple
At my fingertips

Your breasts are gentle snowdrifts
In an open field
The supple fingered winter wind
The grass concealed

And though the winter wind
May be deceiving
I feel your breathing
At my fingertips

Your legs the spreading branches
Of the tree of life
The willow wand will bend
Before the woodman's knife

The tangle thicket parts
Before the forest fire
Your warm desire
Is at my fingertips

Cheers :kiss:

:eek::eek: I'm speechless! In a good way! I adore this! Thank you, HR! :heart::kiss::kiss::heart::heart::kiss:

Stunning as ever

Thank you, Rulickable!
 
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