Erm - how?

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There are several "How to . . . " essays on the board (and a sincere thanks to the authors).

How does one submit one ?
 
We love you too. :heart::heart:

Now to write a How-To "Let me count the ways"...

Perhaps I may be permitted to start ?

Duchess:
How do we love thee?
Let me count the ways:

We love thee for thy trenchant humour
That passes all understanding.
We love thee for thy wordage; It passes over my head
At very high speed.
(Feminism?: Wassat ?)
(Deconstruction?: You WHAT?)


We love thee for thy cheeky prose:
And strange translations of foreign poets
read in a breathy English-sounding voice.
 
this is so sweet

I'm almost embarrassed, I feel like I'm intruding...




Alternatively: you're frightening the kiddies - just go get a room, OK?
 
I'm almost embarrassed, I feel like I'm intruding...




Alternatively: you're frightening the kiddies - just go get a room, OK?

The kiddies? They shouldn't be on Literotica.

As usual, when a question thread has been answered, it can be used for anything else, including flirting with Naoko, who wouldn't want two elderly gentlemen cluttering up her house.

We love her for her...

brain. :)
 
The kiddies? They shouldn't be on Literotica.

Ummm, have you read the Nude Day Contest thread? They were certainly chucking their toys out of their prams on that one!

Carry on, the "Do Not Disturb" sign is on the door knob now.
 
Ummm, have you read the Nude Day Contest thread? They were certainly chucking their toys out of their prams on that one!

Carry on, the "Do Not Disturb" sign is on the door knob now.

But how does the Duchess enter the room now ?
 
Perhaps I may be permitted to start ?

Duchess:
How do we love thee?
Let me count the ways:

We love thee for thy trenchant humour
That passes all understanding.
We love thee for thy wordage; It passes over my head
At very high speed.
(Feminism?: Wassat ?)
(Deconstruction?: You WHAT?)


We love thee for thy cheeky prose:
And strange translations of foreign poets
read in a breathy English-sounding voice.

Well, I am just ... lost for words here! (not for long :devil:).

Awww, that is so lovely, I'm overcome. What a super thing to come back to. (Just been away for the weekend to a work thing.)

Thank you HP, and Ogg. I do love when gennelmen appreciate my big brain ;). And don't worry, electricblue. As a fine upstanding MILF ... I mean mum, I am always careful not to startle the kiddies or the horses.

:rose::heart::rose:
 
The original E B Browning...

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
 
Now Ogg,
Where do you think I got the inspiration ?
:)

I know that you know.

You know that I know because of my earlier post about a How to count the ways.

But visitors in this thread might not know that we (and Naoko) know that we know.
 
LOL, I love that poem and once recorded it. Unfortunately I can't upload it here as it's not a valid file for attachment, I'll see if I can PM it to you.

:rose::heart::rose:
 
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

*sigh* It's always lovely to see that poem. :rose:

Carry on.
 
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