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#...I'm also very interested in what brought Diane to memorize this poem!!
365daysofmchart · 2 years
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I was just prompted to remember that Diane once recited a spiiiicy French poem to Will, and nearly 10 years later, I AM STILL NOT OVER IT.
(Look, I know this is a McHart blog, but… 👀)
First Evening (Première Soirée)
Her clothes were almost off; Outside, a curious tree Beat a branch at the window To see what it could see. Perched on my enormous easy chair, Half nude, she clasped her hands. Her feet trembled on the floor, As soft as they could be. I watched as a ray of pale light, Trapped in the tree outside, Danced from her mouth To her breast, like a fly on a flower. I kissed her delicate ankles. She had a soft, brusque laugh That broke into shining crystals - A pretty little laugh. Her feet ducked under her chemise; "Will you please stop it!…" But I laughed at her cries - I knew she really liked it. Her eye trembled beneath my lips; They closed at my touch. Her head went back; she cried: "Oh, really! That's too much! "My dear, I'm warning you…" I stopped her protest with a kiss And she laughed, low - A laugh that wanted more than this… Her clothes were almost off; Outside, a curious tree Beat a branch at the window To see what it could see.
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