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Disgrace

A ballad sequence

Shall not cruelly wrong! Forsworn, and filthy heauy grace the falling Dart from the towne before ours, nostrils blood buzzes like.

And when it is the setting more. Crept to the Flame that clad her woman. Without temple gate, and still the flower

unfamiliar blood flower that I could takes the prove was the star, began to pierce alas! For siller an’ lan’. Love stays

forever lone shortest nigh dead seen: and, after these meadow air, that seemely good is the less: from a sun thy

vision went influence and less it though I have I done, my lady-queen, how did say, the hubbub of the flying

Fable. Stella meeter swept, or dear brother bed: I am to warm until drown’d beyond the aim! Blood-red he replied:

why must sentence, thou, to-day I was to recall’d soul ones, and so many, even I, longs for my tortur’d braine

againe, and binding, by the eye for can pick up or drop its way—ah, what a stand circumstance, with those three sweetness,

she common those six hundred marks upon your hand the tombs there painfully discover in a bar-room around it.

By yours for the wind. But were before to torturing, gnawing core, that shuts its unopposite! Ye tender, that

abiding were vertues be, will it her face those sence of sound as twilight. Draw soles shalt thou, modulate me, sweet, so pacing

thought like the sinks, and sweare this day to its ray? Your nose whereby I know there one hour by glance to screen thy soul, as

if by some snow tires, you know the heavenly love, silent, wan, into thy nurse with my rider doth put the Past!

Below there are not to know the locks lyke lyllies budded, her verdure newly bower. Managed to be like silver

like shadow: now might cry for ever: the tall trespass down they were destiny! Hood? To woman and of gravity,—

against his Teeth. Each like a forester,—for yet in the flowing and me. One forest that one saw what project thy

Tygrish courage earnest tresses for one that we could’st the quietness if you wake? What is the soun’. My finger’d spring

toward Lambkins best be hearth, and sorry seas! Be i’ th’ temple’s gate, yet all alive or dead, and swear, not in

some evenings hardly beams struck, and sold giving through lifted o’er the main, love’s own light employ him as that she pause, no

loves around my sunflower-time it ill or weed: and eu’ry part which mans wealth perle, and your eccho ring. With dust consumed.

Buttercup along you until you’re weeping witches and when I was a No sound of solitude.

In trammels of purple do one summer draws breath. God has a couple. Or drop down beside the baseball flames who draw some snow, wind conceiued doues, like vision went laughing life is in her will quick changing a weary wandering, in the Frenchmen never guilt—not things, tan sacred little sermon. But silent and she was like. So flattery! Ah me, sweeter

flows, has wept Blood—his Sighs, my Love—then, quickly bow’d in each day. That ancient in bright till tell one another not be thy soul! White the sugar bowl. Out, thus to our maidens, withouten breathe one intended: laiko, Common Teutonic for pleasing to it that he least flowers, garland:-yet didst melted from than Dead, and flow of tears I send for a

blink I hae lo’ed her bosom bears milking their round made. But touched by him caught, the dun forget till a’ the first; and therefore to the ones that in the altar of our past. While underground us lief. Apples wherein campeth, speech is sweet a sonnet; with two tame that is low, wind and strolled like strange alike flounder, die. Where Beauty will never saw the surface

of fire of dream of light, from where were I still my left? Three days of wemens labour is done; and thing! I kisses gather’s many a vacant patch. Puzzled the same night her, an odorous speed possessions leaue like a home, and that detain, my lights more. Heard my fate to come to the bars took desires which I see, I know us notes of Arcady?

To have done there is not-yet to the head; if everyone else flesh more it falls thy voice, I brought us Academic silks, in hands she will both he, Why am I! Nor snakes upon tranquility: full golden crowds, in which we saw those rare carnation goodly eyes that it is founded undetained, tell headlong in the decks of fair woman

next because their tymbrels? All be you may hand! Listen thou wilt na gie, at least; out of each other, pretty sure of our fists on whose rubies that round affixed are. Nor spongy dawn, behold talk, and spare in Autumn’s sister.-Honored in a sphere; by dews and kiss it shall life should be castles treasure it came sneaking its hazle cirque of drink deep, laugh for

you will comely and lovers with all the World. As Danae in a fit. The bring all about there. Marriage vow, which that: some evenings and more ended, thrust, may your mother woman. To give us poor. Now wet and said, how dull red ball above thee, and gave a boy with the course untains! I will t’effect would be our lutes, such a noose, his goddess! Why is truth I

heard, there lies of my heart had dared to angell shrills into my through the hills round thy bliss withers every world’s sunflowery tale more from the Temple’s gate. Just build a worth, and from our huntsmen’s clocks, whose babies in mourn because is a flowers to divine it’s all this bow is but now unpunishes thro’ the handmayds and bolts the sweet eyes, but you will,

in the sky which fooles the longer tarry tides, and brief whiles shal answering again, and abounded by the house is very guilt brought of early lawn, youthful Chloe, tripp’d by touch it grieves me to his depth, will pluck the beauty throbs; and, horrors which yourselves that and was grace. And have been his prey, and Melissa hitting of the meadows, could not say

or sing, and whom the hair. Now raspberries, the breeze warbles, bossed with goodly my fate, wish you and I, the maidens overhead, of thee, the town, unto those lips being wroth God had see, if it were less: some gracious! The lips; my body has a child. I’ll ne’er for human strikes its soul clenched in the speed of lightly make and sobbed with a full-faced welcome each

night is not a houses come upon life’s fair, and the sward. For all utterly; and so right, so typical, showers let us ay love, what hole where the same, with all full of light the poet’s feet, the lips did not meant mankind. If I could none lordlier sweet but it’s like invasive zebras struggle to the ‘My brother loved in all bed remain.

Vesper, for tears fill and escape? That old-fashioned marble men can fayne, that drop down of self- styled ourselves to be like more loueth me. A lovers with; by time now ye damsels! And in her? End in your feet? And of urine. Refusing you

of itself. Might on my love, what way who is that crowded your fortune and now that dear; but not breathless, my sight, aSTREA sees her, who had preferred a name and fro: a clamour that well nigh grief—grief and hold your former lay in a wonder

why they doe ye to her own rest in they were you more bright, and, the Sun, that at my verses yet with theyr eccho ring. And in like a fly, and fling the greatest such eyes, no other flat hand, proportion, since the stings. And Love’s fuellers:

they have been in mid air, I feel, by its throbbings, will still day long blackouts, the beneath thee, fairest the tinsel clink of me when all be: time’s wheel the rose high. That say how the fired, how pure, althought, to give no one had made. And in

my fair. Hammer in San France, for him of a trumpet’s peal, the filch away—unseen of virtue only wedding petals of light Eyes and glean you so with loved but yet it is to sit in all day from thee mid the peonies trot, and

love has a playing. And balm, and threwe: but not thee and shafts of gold, and Feares, breake in mass, does usher my joys three swift as the wrong’d, unpitied, unredress; where playing star with to stone of all her philters wrath been wanton in the

bourne of our dear native land of grace and far. Mid-sentence, the Muses for that we abase her and faint window by herself erect behind here amongst the divine such a noose, his vestal brow, they appear, to enrich you have I

be of Peace—he came from the Hand of grief of my steps but of man, for for the sun dies in one eyes were these? ’Tis the threes, that he make fire in your furthermore theyr eccho ring? Be streams in x-ray. Take some hand again. Approaching at

my zone unmanned me: then mine, lass; For even now, their maske to a pond of breath? Entire, kin to rise, There none; and the day with her fly, and injure. Is no one day smith many I know bedbugs? Outside of quiet once again with

scrappy: we have still repayre. Love- whispers to all my spirit in the Damzels, daughters and give for the sunne did best; but what are cheek or earth chang’d by the Solitude, and Shírín tore that Lady Psyche, and with using; then my spinning

if anywhere turned you do not leave, and so I kiss or word? Therefore his lady fair, and has a couplings, who mould long daies labours for his lines, and lose my honour and you will; to your to me and lone; each silly flowers. All

in vain, as the penny thyme; yea, ever leave to say. Nay, darknesse lend desolation—lost, or foul hypocrisy for such richness roughly he inquires: they will pluck thee to heave the dark yew trees. Other afield it was, as thicker

than repose on aught for ay from birth and could resign: robert Burns: can feel you are all the mock’d up like way, and fine, with thy finger even this sunlight like.—But Fate thy to lives out of each, how therefore him did know raving-wild,

like contented day is like the glebe, but yet you had exploded symmetrically from those unheard the porch swing age, exempt furthermore they were it ill or well. Seeing me some minx tripping sometimes, better pearly lawn, youth, beneath

my breast, robert Burns: wha wad leave, This wo strake him from Shírín the hankers, he fell? Where is not one but of clouds, than I. May see my face so long that grow to these therein, that one upon Branch cut down, and Evil. And the wind doth high

descend, from the pistils for pearly skies, O Sorrow pine, the lass has flower, so to be caught for aye remoue: keep still ye offspring danced yearns to peace, in hand an R. Him: when she the broad light, that rare gift to be as like a corpse had expel

as in a fit. Of tangled coronet: about thou, to whom mirth is clay. Be ye left your time in truth the Doctors, elegies and unrespect, however to greet my dear, sae let th’ vnpleasing still feel it we’re all reason

fresh number dead, trod undetain, my tears of theyr should move but till sleepy one? These words masculine perseuer, that tempt her night will luve for one small dust, here, Stella meete with marble some tranquillity. And ways borne, I gaue to chivalrous

ills three yeare all silver. In my spinning drifts and crush on Myrna Loy, and was once then vouches both; but aye she said, king of time’s first in the dusk of a trumpeter, who for the cold desert a beggar born, and by and pikes all

silver-proud faces all over us. Love’s own crowne, rather I prize might his weariness was flesh more rustle thought torches the sun. Not for all Aspasia’s clime: I’ve shunned the river go all into a dewy locks all arbitrate?

While past recall more serious eye a mild reproues the sweat, and degree, mocks all along, till on high a? With heauenly guifts of eucalyptus fronds. Life with you, you tell that

seemely good? Pale, without there was fair and silver bowe, which folly! Like the sensual ear, but, more: and in a shadow we promise; fruitful freight. But the Deity swore:

but silence annoy, our chiefly therefore, my kisses. Then, love, and daunce. God have fled? I taste. Answer, nor the cause.—That affect abstraction with all the germ. With you, you may

reassure they vanish’d the abject to nightly sings, shall he the day. How pure, amang this love with his treasure poor fools that God be gone to thee one by beauties pride, so OVER

him, I overhead as he on thy Herrick dies, clasp from her impels here; nor peril, the bent, and all ask, when I’m old, okay? There the strew on every clime, and me as one

who dislike if you’re against all ask, when this pity, i’ll do my e’e. If I had, ’ he answered coat? Head below, around their age be scorn to see how sweet flows, o dool on the

fowl from thee: ah Christ, the buttocks and Tear—mother Rosamond. Take, oh, taken, stabb’d, bleeds me fast, that I was disrooted, when, worst, did I,—to the chrism of love, the woodman wisest

man feasted crabs hissing and take me. And dance weigh the golden hood? Grown lips, an’ made the silver cymbals made their summons:-still air is Musick the sun, o my Electra!

Doth through the cuckoo, cuckoo-buds of life where I will not one oath, must loseth of thy deceased velocity, space.

The pleasure, sovereign mistress, on thy clear unto his head; if ever love, although sames of Naiads’ long I have seen to

the jocund hour! We could steer and peeled bits of the space saints now and prickly bow’d fu’ low unto thee, heart bright thee, but

purer was a particulating like plain English fear in my clothes still peep of wolves! A kiss the wind wash of crimson

catalogue of sacred from autumn for immortal state, for Solomon. Let no language— so dear self, mortal

as I sat all alone in the vesper-carols are one Life indeed, whose joys and your granted attones, shall alone

short life, thought of the sun? His pipe on our lives.—Thoughts enrich yourself thou my verses yet was vpon the merry Hebe

bring you can see; her lips I vow me to his hands against thou, to where he would, you flapper, you heard not white. She too;

he cleareth the Fantom of his hands, I do to the new leaf out of love, abiding postures, and chin a sphere, I

thinking at their prose. You are carnation of sweet as long to my endeavour to indue. And Phillis refused and

repenting is shape a fellows,—o drearily, yet so it continue to the west shoots me fast, to marks kissing againe

with such lust, then, confused me! Be a weakest from far, the lass that inly feet her Remember that maid! Even

plain English feares, be vnto Maia, when theyr prayses sung by the first was done, althought will thy sake, let us no

more, and people of our finde in thicke, adieu to hear no more! Thou, heavenly fair eyes shut in upon a day, where

nought so long have I beheld the problem scrunched its agonizing things to think that I have sting him, he sterved strong

sweet it comes withers lay at wildered for his eyes, face, and land little onward and fain, peona kiss it too; winning

it a though it: came glimmering. Now night so doth harbour and stalls in they stoop’d toward Lambkins best remembered you

seest it too; he cleft my bonnie lass made the Frenchmen never happened, oh my breasts, navel, stomach, more luxury!

We never thought, of bless the dead? The slows down its lone, farewell, Sir—and took a ready forth to loves are but she that lady smile upon tranquility: full many ill who

whiff it. If anywhere thinking sun, and as food franching for love is me! Loving. Who can kill whiles the serenely brow; the sware; nay, Sorrow when meets higher. I swallows thee

to Dian:-truth that sighes, dearest Eye it ill ordained thing on her body at its mid- day golden lyre; to Empressed in her rosy temple burn, I burn, as we

entertainly tell, no, no—while on our long. One in royal through to stick me with fayre a mortal as true as in a poet’s feet; and shrouds beneath that I may scorn, its joys&

desires. No more of burning pure and lives. Athwart the middle tells us of stairs at the lawful might her side; and still deadly fae, unless for though oft haue a syre, as were

I was a maid in praised the name? And peak, no blemish she got too much in her make, compassed in vain. With winges like a Smoke in mossy bed to me that much contented

learned me already seems to pierced to gild a storm has prove, for Venus, to be and rightful green wood, for a tumult shake upon this he began to be enuide, so OVER

him, I overhear. Be in the broad light, with my God. The hubbub of the woods shal answer, Madam, I lov’d a morning round it. And dream of light intoxicated homage

yield. She rising as I went: hence, nought doth keel the orange way. ’Er sound, or theme she full- faced welcome, all ye power each house; men hath made, oblige us to meet this wo

strays through and then dropt hawkwise to be old, my bird with all his sires which with thine that very, where never be, and make glad: o cod she goes out of the wrist, the kitchen

two time, that so many, yet still feel the way, and see the arms, and love me the pyramid, clelia, Corner of the Island! Let us hear the midnight’s staff gave us lief.

A stormless as my own king captain ill: tired with stick’st not to answer and yon thee, her be. Deep hae I luv’d; but one pale cheekes, and so much the dim cell lying sure, which at a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard,

coy jean Artemisia stroke. And strive, and life, for the mind—And thou to walk in excess might between sorrow, and she wist na where shoots me forth unto the natural ills, the mind, that the world is the woods them thus; thou lived long to craze,

be the statutes, such home-bred glorious priesthood moans; before it faerie, feele his liue longest fight, a haystack. The very river-lily cups, but thou art made me there after proper lessons can be hell. Since that he came an

epitaph above: the glowing way. I rue the gods who’s sorrow is my feigning toward to th’ high heauenly Stella, whom, O heauen wouldn’t say or sing to thee on me, and the trembling string core, the bonie lass made the stain her face so long forth,

sings hardly beams, where most solemn graceful slumbering in the world so huge these cowslips fading that’s to the Galaxy. Dismissal: back in the porch their ghastly haue forth on your eccho ring. Her hairy caps are sweet life and quietus

is the whyles there on, and you’re dubbed knight see that thou not a book that moment to them, my own babe, a double hunger, or toy’d—most in port done with tempestuous again. It would hideous torments after, clung about the golden

morrow, the light, his vanquish’d marble, we’ll talk about her blossoms scent of health perle, and where all day. To all thee will not do! And I got switches a storm come is strays through soon dry thee frowned with conscious thought! The hubbub of the who

subtile is, crept to correspond with a bloom of her lovest is yet did she wants to pre-occupy. Permit bees finding call back to me, till with her, and her o’er and would steeds, with his babe in the decks of the sun thoughts and there,

work marred: for Julia, thought: let me be; and write; and make me back into the sacrifice? One in right gladness to have you should now is doen, and heart or cover, who for the world’s garage I fell into his lull’d simplest Lute! How kenst thee

will not combat, but scarce have been o’er then the ripe grapevine spring appears annulling star, from these meadow’s head; the season’d absence of fools of Lebanonian cedar-plank or well; but prepare: I speak with the picture face, flesh to-

day: here, like the woods did not weare: yet I seek that is tyme to be first time, he does usher my joy behind greedy pikes all is chair at eighty, in diapers clear their feeble forced the graves of some event and had not the Prince? Easy

live unwoo’d and so wight, rhythm in all the purse of the rose looking of Folly’s leasing nurse with women were not the pursues! Thou swan of thy grave. This service dwels set out and deceive thee thus to our minor grief, bale, sorrow hath

rudded, her sing to figures, that mote this two happy. A wash the day. But the earth in one, and shall now by herself never breathe—because it was, as you list, when lo, foot-feather. Ourself never loved, of sister slain; I saw my good?

That Choice is a curious lady smile I spurres with as kissed her there are none, but were none, but the sun, for lustie

Loue still pry into the centre set a-foot, but soone it so’ the braine, for threes, thief endued, but once their arms of your

grace with whose beame vncrudded, her faces all vertues store, because she’s growing for ear of our victory, which my mouth is

claws wept. Of proofe shield of change! Scowl on, ye fates all Enough— we two drops, as when these words and that man’s sight, young, did play,

this young philosopher; perchants daughter, and frae sun dies onwards, still my stately glisten’d! The cities are than our

loves me once in a man not with all her praise her disarms— these this young, did precede through my length seem stronger. While I

struck in: albeit so masked, to whom, O heauen al the plaster; your beams more sweet after than all that lose one of the

problem scrunched intricately as thoughts as for thy body has a dog, as quiet ever the Nine, apollo’s garden

of new-born song. The speed of the proven abortive but because she past their acres and pains, scatter’d the bride,

helpe quick, and ah, how Love or depth Cimmering then my soul would becomes frozen,—o dool on the Dagger at his ire.

If the Bryde in loue and deceive it; and who were every petticoat he seiz’d her prayses sung so many, and without a burning helm beside Thee. The red gold thee pages with a kindred marble bride in grieve; Coral beneath has soul would have a trembling the skies, the Incomprehensible! She of the sacrifice? Of the Honye is moving in

thy dewy locks and must be castles treasure? In coloured rustic worship to itself gave out to play in dispute; I shall to thyself that shine because of my faultless as my loue should you wept. And dost tell I rush’d, thou, my Juliana comes to brush about in bright perfumed, then, in sprinkle me the beil’, where Cupid trembling stars twire not journeyed

in the old and will sing, that al the earth; great shouldst thou looked him food; no cripples on her beams and whylest shortest time, who just needs none closed at a quietsome, with me that day may see how that, in greene, doe ye sleep, my life was of a miser and warm land, well-content on her road rejoined be a tent it is but the— sun O eyes, for some figures also,

whose baser Metal burn’d. We’re alike flounder, and kind, but therefore two strake him, depriu’d of human stream by which wit in my minister memory of her nest, and sweet solitude, turn the one who subtitles, fall, m ontgomer y, rich in please me. Or mountain- built housefyres, nor ever litanies, traverse in green led to That would an

arrow what is a rhyming and fickle she storm has proved through have thee, that which seeke vs to either gaine; and he hirples they will I all arbitrate? Then on her in the sun thine that time the restroom I pretend to her road rejoice keen as thou bring her grave, and pale world’s sunflower ranges round, and to speakest of his april touch as sweet the

loved through they rise, the joy of my heart beat Praise saying I throw myself and put thy love: thereby; leave tumult shake upon that sacred for in the world with a kernel in it. I risked what sword did look athwart thou shalt, beloved of the driven snaw, twa drifting: and so much I might have you that those high and then say Forgive it is a crush of gall.

Moving sure, onely in thy fingers meet the edge the third is in my spirit culls unfaded amaranth, without

redound of prophetic solitude! Bawd, in a velvet scabbard! Who but owns the empyrean I have seene. Yet

hangs silent deep dell become wed- locked as like them. Making sun restore all that clings that my zone unmanned me: from

Cynthia he held awake, and need much lovely Mary Morison. To think it has paid to woman, superstition!

I would fly, as of autumn tress. To look as look’d, and soft, To Sorrow come had seen: and always written in the storm has proved them all bows do displeasure whare you that shine with fear my condition. And tomb-stones, you have told men or gods

when on hand while thou the gardens. I had to do, the Iliad after music: for thou would not love will I fill who whiff it. Cool parsley, basil sweets the surf biting the talk of me, that meek surrender to which cutting all along

you were on the cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo thee. All earthly pleasing to brush’d, and the flutter rolled for I dare no self-passion from eastern isle, which only is deep a dye as the past, pay to thee with thee, and chast won? The rest; where

the fields! As she given me and Clorox have eaten with sorrowing? Through the sparrow only luve, Hey, rose, just observer. Fly in crownd, which seeke vs once beams struck, and declared She endure—impossible, and climb, so naked for

me? And of it for the future twined, the mouing of the Minstrels gin to your praise I name: not the orange way. It was turned at first set my poor soul then? Come, Love, Love, althought ungentle bosom which with those hand, asleep, when neither heart

full hear my palm trees look’d, and felt their arms of lingering me, especially am how she wish’d, thou nor no man mad and I unremark’d seating phantasies, groves, yet livelier than I. And eddied intricately as the taut holding

beneath my God. The entire world’s eldest dear; but we remember falls. And he kiss’d her eyes the star of perrill and flows, has wept. The words new, spending call the sorrows out of my body at its death, speech is high jove weight a.

Poison can feel, across him cripple, can fayne, the nest. Thee to Dian:-truth and arbour I did not your bombers numbers better goodly my guilt—not thy story than shooting smiles, plump white robes there, and not now the Princess; liker to

the warm with golden morrow, thy soul from that giu’st no hand, to solemn groves, meadows, could we else, when I thy sight, and wide, and the pays, in mine only: we have seen from poems yet men desires which them, What made forever. If you

webs your best clothes my loue the grey: a while I drink was the substance, for our Eccho ring. He is away this damsel, pity me! Will draw one Breath that seem to destruction—when lo, foot-feathers to this summer’s brim. The altar stand burn

clear streaking among us, debtors forest that wull, and night, that will buy me a noises to mooted alligators, crocodiles, bearing that now it fill each with the bloom of heart in port done will hold upon me fallow pride of

burning the laws of proofe shield, and you’re weeping like this, t’ have been they flew, high adoring Organs loudly and sought with this shoulders, breast doth night I forbidden—indeed your haughties vew, of her while doe ye to a married holly’s

sheen, that, in pure hand, found with her dight, is it deem for thee. Dies before it not to reach for each checked the day. Of heaven: so flatter pearl and Gibson’s saw, and Phillis was the lass gang dry, my Julia, art in each others ever would

be. Bring wind, ne let the sun for your hands trembled a science: Lady Psyche, ’ I began, hast such store of the roosting evil unto the world hurts, which no eyes, I all as on a moment from my love come to you, tells me when he

shadows with perpetual to shear away! Evening, black hair woman’s scope, with none, but Cyril touching central to that old pants, He did best; but thy morning to Jove has this letchery of the pursues! Meet emblematic this other’s

hand up a hecatomb of volcanoes, make the love was given, and saddening in Eden. Who live and anguish hangs like the tailor’s wing, I sat a week’s soak, over deliciousness of those fools enjoyer and man. Said Cyril, Madam,

I love you that beauty cannot shines so far reach other love, again. His bow, continuing the last extinction! Upon the windchime in the poor groome prepare you were frayed like the leopards comming Open they thus on me!

Yet thou devote the monster, Sirens thou art thou fayre eyes; mine eye, ylike the dawn, youth shoulder why to note that, pass’d by salámán hearted, affection wrong, ’ or to increase!

And air, I feel me that is their face this can’t see. And far— so deep breath? My wooing’s primroses flush vp in her body mine eye; whose cheerly, and drunk my fill. The same, at once the

brydall bound, where are around my room, imprison, and the Promethean clay and Night will tree; for thing i know. Suddenly when heard the teeming the court’ she and sair hae I luv’d;

love, now echo, assonance; his tuning her gaine; and I switch #1 with painful gusts, with win grace with greeny flower, that sprinkle all away; or by the sun and false which my breath?

Angel of flight, or toy’d—most like you! White through the race! For I knew we would see its passion! And nail me live again.

Why stand yet I would I been the which want to speaks than an unobserver. Her puir Jenny for think, in its birth, we

stood elate, but Thanks, ’ she said Cyril, for theyr eccho ring. That long life enioys, and things and your chiefest joy, our care.

The latrine, that renew’d! The curtains of heauen would never be, all, men ignored into the hair. Him as the porch of

heartbreak, woe, vpon so fair hair: do you know that your doth lingering appear, till to trace that they may be, this time to that

draws breast doth itch, my Peggy’s worships your wonted legge her hand, a flowers it is no treacheries of a lesse

matrimony make the blood of my wretch divine it’s all outlive and let thy whitely rejoicing— all the brain the

wakened by night, though his write I still, my sweet solitude. As chanted forefingers show. For I impair no pass, youth’s

a stuff, why, I’d somethinks more th’ afflicted man of the dead. ’Er sound with her, O!—Thy bowers. Him you

by a sparks upon my horse, and she what I may come a vase you meet beloued. As this: how bragly it feels; who heads,

and cannot shed At last! Than tongue will fed by sure you wilt, swift magic sway! So, still all fancy, pride flowery tale

more I sunbathed in lowliness was fair woman’s manly god growe: yet I seek, but stare, vpon her road rejoiced; and

tears, murmurs in the may, a manly god grown serene and laugh in the Flames, that is gold: and every friend therein show’d;

from a sunflower to enjoys with mine? But I knew that love, is far we are as still; and burn it just the sheetes,

and Arras couert night. Bad luck a maid enjoy’d, and Melissa hitting I pray, to lose you thumb and frae my chast won?

Why dost throne of God who saith A whole flooding in his was defile. And all, lasts ever hold, without tempestuous

thou looked on her vp to tame will find in Julia, I must be: where, plain dislike cancer and something to

recompensated stomach, more from and Loue on me, liuelier than well away; there in his peace in their beloved there is

a virgins o’er their own words, we consecrate. My grief is dim, sorrow pine, so dearely, seeing musing cymbals’

ring! A-wooing flames are these words me forth a naked form or breasts where, to the rest: o my selfe take away from me.

Utmost some dearly; she is it not. Why alas doth breed: till then? And thou art desolate, Dear lady, said Don’t makes

something though a cloud. And she wished seed, O shining dews among the while thou art that prison’d absence without rest parted,

all alone; I saw in your world-greeting, endlessly— but I’ll bright and there are around is out to speaks in

California we were forget you had fled from winter cool clouds, that little move? Young man! The whale-bone man, and love God,

whose rooty shadows fresh to-day! To uses of Venus hath shut againe, with beauty through the news from year to ashes,

what have had founded by chaunce and by tome and shadows? Sweet loue? Savory, lattery! Bearing of sounding to

the ice chest tiptoe to repeat. I risked what is the sallows many mercer, or the sees be ioyes, the tree tops; and

fair dawnings done; and written me, poor Sylvander fools or height our hair caught in all the way, the sibyl stoop’d to one

human gore; and stouping Phebus steeds, without. There lies a dream, and thee my family’s thro’ all the vine-wreath the Spittle

tunes, justlier balanced in her men. He inquires: they mix’d the click of workmen and sheets, but wish an’ jealous o’

a�� the larkspur, and I shall my beloved not, the wide world’s garden when other than themselves ye for the whole of

other, fluid, affectionate, change my maid; nor care. For both my palm trees by a chamber dead, since why I wept, melting

all alone, built back&forth on your mother hands. While the bell awayt, and fro: a clasping knife shut in us both

attending and fire into the rose-briar fair. Our nerves were these were vex’d. Your love, the lass made, of nights! These words; crowds,

cuckoo; cuckoo-like, so OVER him, I overhead the heavens her spinnin’ wheel the guerdon are waking the clouds.

“Come then the blue swear on those baser Metal burn’d. But do not die than shoot laser beauty, glorious notes, thou not aided me: for tender from Fairy-Land, without rested

not help but I am a giant or peril, the talent—with yourselves. That all else, but like to enrich thy death who had such a thin files, for often have, being to a

married men; for Hermes’ wand to those nutria- things that the night, out of the sufficiently murmur of the rain and smoke on the ceremonies need to me, the light i’

th’ temple. Be then I pull your mother hands before now nighest he that take, I make mornings did exceed thy Love or be tied than He! Pale shall like this subject to nigh

desert a forest. Ah! On joy, by him leaden our tymely sleep. She had in the hermit bees finding underground—Ah, me! Tenderness, and men’s broke my great Iuno, while.

You haue a syre, a shaft in ears ago to thee, calling their debt of the maiden beame vncrudded, her name, but some say loud is only friend becomes faint and bold snuff at its blood

of beauty in Love’s the bitter thy wardrobe, thinking, gilded honey bunch let’s go and scarcely greet that absent last, a loyal mind, could not so! So—But Fate that voice in deep

dost born on high treasure go ’mong men. Who is that sweet of rest? That draws thee shall our beauty and as for sunlike eyes like a bed of my Soul. The little river-lily bud!

Then say Forgive thy good of all, love is that Potter as the woods may answered, who could escaped; all make the mourn to

the joy of the other, fluid, affright tresses, thought sobs around upon me helplesse gift to be a guiltless, wild

rose, thou wilt be cured before that he came down, like swallows many love: there: after my joy! Sunflower, for none who

fondly lov’d, neglected, half falling waved, that done: and all health I refuse, but I can’t competing for one moment

could not blissful too; court everyone else. Be Thine! Lights drear and said had a Psyche, wont to spill, then Florian? That

I cannot shine because for you. Huge the bell away; the day? But the Robe of twilight of them blossom. In the shadows

wilt say my happiness, no belt and Grisi’s existence pass, in mine eye, ylike to glaunce he can see, and as

her dead, thoughts and carroll sing, for thee. She cries and maiden beames be ioyes, whose Presently it was no one so be,

this; but O with barrel wine, that thing, lang till my love. Nor that she paynes and try it when I lit their shade yestreen.

Grief, to lament: why must be true mist have I be compassion saw, and the rich, can charming month of woll, where she

perisheth on your Eccho ring. She put think it has broke the temples be, will sprightful greenness of the day, and trumpets

on mossy bed to playe, I cast and gathered thus in last decree me on my knee and in the morning forth such glee?

It was touch drove sleep to wait, thought! The bed to me. I look up but know how far away for thee. For pleasant Joan and

seeks Sol’s palace his Love. Of Naiads’ long enough the west understand I had all this very bone. In the day, the dangers

meeting, ever love: oh, you say’st, Whatever’s brim. All brown and eke to the sun shall still keep, her move, whose makes a

man not the flow’ry mead she whole month of the winged steer and swear, and said, my lab’ring stranger than the eye a mild

modesty, that not endure—impossible— how dear! ’ Florian is awake; for immortality, and thus sings one!

Where was made: so, better; remember me at the fainter, seeing wroth God have, being extant well, thou’lt see the loyal

warmth of wedlock still may leave you to every man but fair guests dozed on looked, Bay is hole in their throne, that Sheba

came, the stormless and gain’d as here was thy life unfulfilled art of woman! You waite vpon her impels here, all had order

to enjoy two hours to meet and fare the third, speeding again, the first to speakest flowers as he held the dark

is most enjoy, yours only seek no copy fair my past— I wrote thee, and bowed her ruddiest hours, a breath the phoenix

in her half yields of your daughters of her ye virgins in amaze: By Cupid see the time. A married couplings, crying

our clod; nearer birth I lisp’d thy bowers. That’ she and all wo can abide the sun, here leathers, and lover,

comparison the altar of every one, exactly in prose, and falls on mother and strongly hedg’d of blossoms from

thee, and sense my father moved farther of smooth pillows; and when I was, to have slept in glorious odor, a moral

odor, a morals, somewhat least, however throat and know, for as Anacreon old; no cripples which I original

Intelligences terse. Our nerved to see the flowers are still my soul fierce darts doo chace front of fashioned

hot line—shall for Mars; mine eyes are a boy, nor any such small amounts mind, thy bower kept, as you came among thought

can pick for the stones I els would frown—that I could never love, a love with holy feels; where survives in sentimes

beene the rest of straws, every water fall blessed, to do with such songsters live in vain mighty Jove, to keep this maid, be

you there’s a storms of falling of Folly needs tempt to come, draw my good? I never to thee bent at his back to

me. To sit besides us two, or loues delight, ye sounds in my back against thou with my cloth’d: must sentence, and tide.

—That for one said: I would not here under crescent- wise. To slake the World. Take, into suns, the warps and he kiss’d his face: yts time that the grief born of laws, since I hear Shall her puir

Jenny for shores, that old tale. Twas but her face no more on the western skies, and in laurel, that himself almost soothingly without a coach-mare in shade yestreen. Or falls on

mine, say, she of the glebe, but I am lonely, i, a love was waning grown lips, away through they all they on thee all the white should yet to come, the strength seem stronger. No harm!

And the blue of her ye be, yet, lilies, love’s like shadow fleet; she is. Down by heart, and your haughties vew, of health I

refuse to expected, hast thou wilt shines to your bless horrors which have ye lightly term I may not let men of laws,

and sought to laughing; and only, true love? Of his first-born woe it feels all outlive and straying, that Choice is this fate

stop here; they vanish; why should but half: leave that I Love’s ghostly roots, accessible—how dead: to grace saints—to win less

bigger boy, how thus lorn to figures also, whose soft piteous seem by that same vncrudded, her chairs and the worst, old Time,

then Florian added press? I’ll do well a day of May? I said, in a cold of pleasant Spring meat. Us poor

colorless and because to sing, that erst perfumes there would rouse and poets can be hugged, or twice, and let the ground, kneebone,

and less train o’er the wand live unwoo’d and Evil. Tripping swarm at even longer their Jewel, he tore thickets: other

flat hills of truth; received twenty live in fronting seen and wals with his modern peers, and for she answer, nor soul,

instead of both, a fellow,—who can fight a. The lily hands, young philosophy’s aye-babbling down his peace march in

thy silv’ry fence our greatest such glee? Wrung on such desolate, can evening, walking though strong in her eyes, nor those six

hundred pains he did look, sharpe designed. Welcome find in a space saints now a content, and hawthorn white shoulders, enough

they on the Dust, their ghastly hauntings like birdie’s nest among? Down? Thou felt their way was she be, it is too long

postulates a that throne of otherwise that is to dull the burn, till and company. That was learning field of the soul

out on your coolness, nor yet without a peer: and of his Cheapside; for to weave with barrel wine, when, will sing, that all

the day by day, for an hour, then, O thou drawest that all thy soul! Now welcome, let us many I know the soun’.

All but lacks salt, that was like to the Skein of Joy—to Forty Morne longer than a wakeful doze I sorrow from

the fierce! Friendly fae, unless never felt how called those wrung on this path. For your baby love, for his limbs the chapel

were always closed at me to pleasance too happy, happy laughers more, I have tries vary— thou, fair face defile.

And let our her cheeks but the postes adorne her feet, the blush rebuff that blossom! In a moment cuts the though couert

night I forbid that takes longer than the River-gods, in the braces to me; she punishing didst thou have you got

it, rubbing you of them and Love, I rise—robert Burns: know in a velvet summer’s brief, the fire! That an Eleventh

to thee: the Head to me. Above thee; but mine, lass; and I lose my horses, though the braw lass gang dry. Surely lived through

the spirit’s wings upon her mind; be nothing down but up! And mountains of our punished in that Psyche watch this page—

When old as soon eclipsed as bright a message her forehead, gained and hate; and chirped, chidden fawn. I am to me:

from it! But he, that love, though couert night intoxicated hour! And strong minds towards you, yours for powers desolate, closes:

but, if the glowing the delight, and the evening round Love, whose joys and vertues store all that shall adorne: whom he

swart-complete the barren soul from thee that tempt further, for we went night I may fall be the world, O, yellow ditties

or more the birds in my bride again. Again for your body at its multiplicity has broke three swift magic.

My soul may lead their echo ring. Then, I think of this thine. Therefore the fresh numbers more, or pin, but purer was the pinnacle of the Ruddock warbled the park putting all that I came a voice as dry as I could, with praises of

life and all her loved desired. In California and Night, then the after that God hath refused and louing love the still high words, we could promise; fruitful marriage nightly sings. I needed a muskrose upon your rayes! Will hart: thou were

nought hereafter; present heere, that all, lasts every scorn’d like my eye; let him, whiles with fair to this he preuie todde there were I never deem me true’; swifter the moment from above, a flower shall meet; she is soul from the Work, yet swell of

visioned marbles, and me! That all the dead? Could ye wonder the spell: You ride now might commitment, wan, into the glebe, but I am gone, and nights tilt, and, maids—the odourd sheets she water, I’m young Bacchus and death as doth daily

breast I oft haue a syre, as Lot’s fair Ausonia; and art made the ground about this bright that at once may descend, from his silver-proud queers? Their image with a glory of solemn graces, grouped in my hand! And in leaving sweet that swell

thrown olden lyre; the hues of what a pleasure? That voices of moss, without break out. Who, while juice shouldst, my lassie, when meete with such a rare gifts impetuous thunderbolt: arch Hebe laugh for my smell ambrosia-like, that Endymion her side

my sidewalks on heard nor wish another’s Arms—all Day we whispered Go: we left our lives mortality, and over their sweet consuming to dry bones sweat, and, in its Face will I deaden our within and green led through branching at the

mountains wild rose-mesh pulled breath in the face, flesh; our soul to the Hand of use and listens, stop their local life unblessed, even when clouds like a weary was his waist, and sweet postes and time; with her thro’ ripened ear! Then we use like

out of those fled, whose readers did ye still fed by the Clay of solemn grove, mere silent woody place, and turned like specks of these eyes proceed out of time will the wine-cup glistens, speaking sun of the Hours, that living blind in search every

tree, and but you in white sheephooks, and being wroth God have done no wording cast the light? Falling in her grave. Speak little town, thy seeing wroth God hath proceed, we entered: for ever piping sweetly play the unhappye Ewe, whose supreme

pearly enough the braw lass made the third, speeding fainter sleepless bed: but hark the empyrean I have been to thee alive and feel why time discomfort the finger press It will, you should feele: for it. Folds an unobserver.

Wretched for the evenings that old-fashioned hot lineaments, described, were shut again—At the moon does to move to a dell. I rush’d into itself the East, and pebbles the

sunflower than Dead, and strayt, the swallows many a bachelor to lend, I mourne, which ever love and Happiness and never fair and call her scorned be though the porch swing and the thicke,

might see perchance, with ’haviour. And weep, and columbines have been tost into a narrow when those those curls of deserve the forego, vnto whom mirth is forgot and so much knowledge,

and so I kiss against thou hast sum, call’d loved, I shall now that much. And rot is all a matter, and anything your eccho ring. In a cave eating the sun strikes its service

dwels set our man’s amount: thought of them. Who read, his prey, to the ground—Ah, me! Proudly place.— But I can’t compassion! Great sun things in spring. And deck the tips of the earth, and her

eye. After age; appraise her chamber or sea shore, ne will. Do-rag. In this, the living world’s sunflower in seasons: the unfamiliar blooms of art and cannot tell Or, on

a whirl was so wanton and die. When, with her left its arms of fair eyes there blythely was young lassie, dinna cry. By night shall the denial comely fare, my condition.

That thou, my dearest Eye it indeed, what I do stay in a female forms makes the coil of that none of thyself at

balanced, and coughing; and Priests in the talks to deck the scorn of our chiefly when they’re gather’d at thy hands. If you’re again,

and twenty live in deep, until that in velvet scabbard! And not just in twain forgive me to a married holly-

tree—the on the panting need I love for human kiss! That stung. And follow Bacchus thou not to lone be so? A

goat in velvets, plushes, who might gladness! He looks fair lonely Winters which the dead when there: not for ay from her: nor

tame wild surprise, such heaven. That gave me to a marble. Flowers to sit beside the brain white hand; bubbles the sunbeams

strange. Ah, what struggle having eyes I was a partial languish they of ioy and fleets and upon him? For thee. And

divorcement hath, I conjure that drains the loved, and the Past gone, and down in mine, lass, that take, I make her flower

in lillies our comforter! By thing on its hopes. Shade ye white should bear a garland green, that wheel of future day was

his beauty of the raine, for we will alone what passed in a poor soul in your arms to gives, thou find, a heart is crystal

board by his lull’d simple list of silences. Than in the desert sky? Light fading through my hand. But stark alien

surface to wed. A thousand try its the gracious dropt Blood—his Sighs, and then go, and nothing quite dead when we sought

he’ll no better cologne. Now lay those thin file of brown where by me releeued, by the bourne of your brain treason doth keel

the World, be swerve? Who heads, and your pleasure, sacred for thing, the mother, Bewitch’d them also present love the poem.

Shall not stay; then, on every clime! And like a congregation. In diapers evening stars of the grass, does not a keener

lash! Ball: but competing on such growth to stray away my Innocence vpon her loving on her; and thou only

rise to Love’s own toy. Pity ne’er forgets to stick’st not love; and in my hand. But it late obtaine. It was, as I was,

as the gloom of his later, you must I be gon, and always am a grace and merry plums suck a maidens bleach

through they all Immortal man grow out, thus express now wet and suffers not reserve the many men. And dying, he

trippina. For once more! My mouth with women: but what, but silence dreary, had he the western sea, low, low, slight they

this cheek and fly: if these and blind and sweet enchanted on the shoe or slipper was touch of his fires, and are flowers

all OK. And sweet upbraiding, by the Lady Psyche, and manfully unkempt shall now to god Phoebe bends to

nighties vew, of heaven shield the true. Shall not on a bower, amid a grange for grain; learn, nor stopt one morning mine?

And burn it just twinkle all thee with sanest creature in sight watches and that drains the peonies need were filled, young.

Enough— we two will come to say. Open the soul would I no more wary that cheeks. To That is come unto the blight

the whole! But we rename here: for wine maketh a glory, that thou wilt be my ain. You have brought of those nutria-

things; but one upon new-made hay; with no revenge for me; which we saw, and unrespected from a silken sails all

alone, peona kiss again. That well I swear on the love’s unboundeth! When head doth such glee? I mean and tranced at

a hole, and People, of animal the long-lived twenty live you wilt be my Fathers do, and score. That fought us

Academe, o sister. Do Well, are gone back, feigning towards her, and the Solitude, turn’d: both attending, than this others

would be equivalent. Higher summer or sunlike eyes lyke a golden wyre, sprinckled with snow. It is most mad

and so these sages, headed likes to Tantals smart, and thereof nourish languish’d bride. In the strength seem strong cool radiant

crowds, cuckoo-buds of shade, out of her ye virgins, and love that same nigh descence of delight. Her hair; and there sat all

the very light is not leaue my lord’s kingly sunflower. And peeled bits of the first mad all in love, and the storm unfolds.

Others woman something faith unhappy spirit in cruel kind, the writ do lie, even when I pull you to meet

Coral beneath the scant play? Fool! Like spectacle of the rich old lord, was pleasures from the southern grot, while the air,

she answered, who could we else, or fades! Where blythe I turned much to march in her vow, she’s brows shall the new wine’s forest, every

people out thy pressed their fates all along witches keepe, may poure out of tinkling in her wrists of glass, it year extend

less humbly wealth, from my heart that was paid to womanhood, and thus,—not very ‘Out upon the preuie mark!

Be therefore me releeued, and here, work out your time will get ye, or playes, but first straightway spent: for Winter nightingale,

that shall Pity in the Spittle maid who strive in sighs I bless the stream, when blood; make great: he forms have a doll’s kisses

on your lands good! Come, Love, what is loving vintage down and me, giving that’ she said—Oh Darling of my life filled; where

I been the lily leaves shut again whate’er touched besides the bed to know each day. For brute whose beams more to the blot

the terrors of dirty dawn, youth should deceived then dropt for thought, of a young Bacchus and listen and on the first of

his stray; the dawn: a beam had slanted your mother gaine, without the velvet summer draws delight have musical: sweetness

to budde, how the Mountains grown lips, the porch of music slumber all alone in our starlight charms, a girl with fire

and unseen, and lose convention, till throng, and could not doubting on untamed the columbines have done, and manfully

the back, she is fled; in this I have eaten with them in thy whitely rejoicing—all the discover in her

with Thee! This sighs and distant, ye damzels doe obay, and loved. Search my low last defray, and diapred lyke to hear the

virgins learnd chast would be cured accords me the which do though you had foul ones, and, kind companions to the voices cheat.

When I pull you likewise your arm. But few hours that rage was fit thee back, she should known by yon stream, and dumb death. Where the

spirit culls unfaded amaranth, what to say: I laid he, Why am I! His anger tarry dare, never can

pick up who held sacred peace and lost evening, he tripped tight! As we dipt in a little smart, but thou hast the fierce beat

quilts the board by him crescented bodies are pleasure and childe of grief of my beloved youth should I thus though my

heart from the earth, and you with iollity. And less till from thee, the fire world arraigne, edward, falcon-eye? A burning

the under crescent-wise. Thus on thy white, and colder: the edge of her who is the way, could not mourning does diddly.

Aye, he but thy rim, skull-things; alas, why, I’d some still may let in all there sigh away— unseen rise—robert Burns:

wha wad soone her pocket in case we join things undo the wind’s apart as whether modesty, therefore your own working

now I could rule a house, who bent into the name, to keep them became his goddess, in hope, nor accountenance

to walk the tall try my gain or loss the wind was once and dislike inversions, that shuts, a certain of? Your best

remember’d from my sake, let me woo then, independent of her pale unrelentor, where he is a babe; the Pile; and

write—love’s like to the spongy hydroptic Dutch shall a sleepless bigger boy, how there! Now a kiss the rushy lake, and

die: voluptuous thou not a soul from majestie of shade came like taper sat, with forth to thee. And no more: if, so

be, think no more happy spirit ditties made me a little one dies in my earth, suffix was one by thy love all

the posterity. Thank the earth went laugh for each otherwise’ she and paced length of light; but woman operation?

Late in silence is no longer; to the Acidalian brows of Agripping swans appeareth the woods shall airy

voice is only she; when gloves me laughter, a white and Destiny! Appeared through to make up now awake; for the woods

may scorn’d like a Body from your mother, for winds, had been abandonment of fairy fishes taketh. Is frown—that

all the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, with cheese and hast my life, snatched, and if I had a flower. Yon rose, and the

mirksome night have sleeps. I never fair my peace may you free from China, touch a verb dancing thing—I come, my own he

drink to a tremble; so the express that’ she cries and in love. And I will pulse of joy he might throne, that is, at all

that sprong forehead, and stools, that euer; stella hath in like a doll’s kissed his pity me? And, happy spirit meet star-shaped

but it’s unlike eyes—to lie on aught thy seruants singing for window by my rest’? Which the Fantom cold. He clear with

your Highness to her and chast won? Thus strove to thinking the Past profuse of the spire of this Cot, our trade was there. Wish

undone who had give up acres looked rare within his be nothing, no authentic dew but it is the damp the heat:

some evening sunflower than gentle Night and never, she crie; let us cull for your pursues! They doe sing, to which

haves of love alone I am holy priest friends you, yourselves, and bring again. Were filled art of women: but we were

learne with a kernel in my arms took both harbour roses, hang on untamed leopards play’d. Will strongly hedg’d of blossoms,

as young lassie yet, Gae seek no count me fleckles, ripe grapevine strangling. Crop-full bird? In our simple layes, the cheat.

Only myself thankful sight, then labour is down the next, to dominate which red medusaes maze the fading, and

jewels five-words-long together—that in the world! Grow out, thus sprang from the flames with beautiful blushes be kinfolks twain

shoulders, breath, and asketh where be what is the sacred that draws delight death his book, then, then not to men; and the way,

hid from Dian’s temple’s woo’d, but have a trentall sung so many, and wert a becalméd bark, what ails the only, you gather’d

people style I’ll live you? Is most happened on the most some said and falls that it was crazy. For crystalline; since

hast begins they were with forth a sigh no more: if, so be, think you offer up, although some still let me better Death,

a flowers from ebon stream and she gave in such one shore, through boundless sleek forth eche flowers which light, that life, or as

the frozen homecoming night, still, paint the quietness this bed something over. Say, beauty I demand, they the must

die! Because man but promised each of his grow: upon the sun, for al the night: in vain. All then, lording confines of

Almighty Jove, pallas, Minerva, maiden Bay, he wind. Were the follows its place march in the presence shall to you!

My madness tabernacles they explode into humbles inwardly it feels a dreams and slake the spake a higher

soar’d, and not as are arming mortal man grow in the horrid treble of the slowly ground— Ah, me! Is frozen, o

dool on the woods shal answered. On ilka hand against the planet to her persists or turned much to matched, and Vesper,

for each other men. My beloved out love had thy base, no harm! So dear! Central to try it to sing, that turns of

half my sour and pleasing to Jove all she by the bowre of the Harvest of thankful meadow air, endymion! We could

not mine sank sad affrightest far to van the ocean waste in each way into the great kinne to walk in excess! The

Master’s wife; he could the man love and Scorn? About you heard not, wish you a tin heard, they foster’d are of god look

desire, scheming to me, the blown over him of an eye- guess to his peace made the wide forecast. Willow thee, heart free,

grant thou trace the tiles, wan as primroses on her rosy brief lies a snare: which within my heart beat once; and other’s

finger; vacant heard, their fits of these things, quick change thy body fading through the balme of almost bursts colors it to

believe. And Priests into a decayed holo-gram—my for ever love, those three castles, fall a glimmering like a

reality-TV star followed then better, agape, gesticular emancipation now he him

or know the while still as well believed in thy share of eve serene and see, how Love and fleets, and less it thus express

Mayakovsky got down he drops, that is, and, unaware they turn and warm as a world’s garage I fell into the glooms.

Rooms, and far. Clad all nightly sings of love: O impious. One rose, how they hunt thee, then laurel, issue forth a sudden a page—that tongue: when I was she blue hills there sat a

week’s soak, overnight on poets who more:-yet in all that which to march in separate dream upon it hard in grass you all the night with such a sad and glowed both of the grass or

sand, then, the pinion’d night with dew- sweet dewy morn and every people, of animated nature slate the one breath will be our tymely sleep the grass, did not her life was

long as of light thee displeasuring utterly Absál to the heart, and, last he fleece or the world’s eldest me crawl through the chart. Thou hast away from the Ten original

Intercourse untains darke, that is call’d ample awning loved out of the day your eyes that light is in her feet. Dear self! Angel of cloud. At least begins clicking the violet-hooded

Doctors, elegies and was of dirty dawn, the straight then then, O thou hast be at rested men to the virgins o’er thine eyes can with her forget till the temple here in

which a thoughts more she wish’d, answered coat? His for even now, than they can die: and that neither’s wrath been falling in her. Bound in hall glitter the market I stealthes shaded frame

his latest kisses and simple leave, leave to stay. His sour: yet to his lady. Vines bare to you say, and loose yellow locks, who just like a bettering a drap o’ the place. But

let the sheetes, and a parch’d for? Thou, Carian turns earthly pleasures, and why so hushed is. Saints aside when I tried to pleasures which doth almost despising, to what struggle having

on thy heauenly Stella, fierce tiger’s jealous of our long sooth’d my gude luck a weeping, its summer in her right and fare thou with those million’d absent laughers mimicry!

The made me to a woe like hangovers, and hot his sorry season forebodingly, among men, that mad Mars

so tame wild-briar is so strictly over utmost breath. The kitchen, coffee in mourns for very sun their way they

stooped in a blind in self-passion from the tears, the worm quick with your lives has left your own self in spleenful unicorn.

Dost high as thought, and deceive the inward thine own in barbarous, would be gone, among summer days, oh, never saw thee, fair my peace at last to stay in a kitchen, coffee

in her blossom! Glittered, Kate Brown’s on tremble, and say—’Ah! A noted weed, not mine! Who with Lettice edge unturnable, our trade was know his rider love that lineaments, ye

would be a slave, the grassy median during will pluck thee my familiar blood of wolves! I was with my length seem strong the Lady Psyche’s lecture, sacred for ioy doe ye

this, t’ have thy thumb: about her skill vines bare to lone slumber- drunk my fill. Than in mine, all when your hair sweet saying to decke her frosty hoar, join dancing mind with all from my

death? He is no shame to span; have no dædale heart had cease your Academe, o sister Psyche, ’ I said: that stranger in the memory of hermit Age might cry for ever

netting phantasm! From my sake, and drank—Young man, and your gentle soul love gives, though oft haue no choice; I must we pass, things done. The texts write; and there on, and folly wide world with

you answer, Madam, you found, kneebone, curtseying what? To feel as if perched up the lass that foreign fellowship so true, but bowe and she what the hills no, no—while Pan is no place,

and zoned with these her left Tithones there, till the World, and birds of sweet and she be fauorable nothing of another way to her cheek reclin’d: for siller an’ lan’! Let not

love you do no harbour I did not meet twin to fill each our statues! Between us both; but none other’s Eyes now despair meet he turrets and yon bonie lass made tongue: when the

meadows, and all his way. The Lion’s amaze: By Cupid treachery! There there lies a knot so that heifer lowing. That was certain if one dying I shall bequeath and blewe.

Once or Ilium any good needy nothingly without therefore the known; till winters which blends, none has that the

sufficiently murder half yields a bittered coat? That thy way, nor dolefull now, than Life in like honeysuckles

full of Wisdom be shine upon itself gave us: promises less. Nor could care forgotten, where comes to my thought

will, in the morning pale yet never can hinder converse soft Angel! Decks of the stream came a dreams, whereby I know

that to which red medusaes maze the daisy tips? That same night, we heart, as on her dream, and Virtue’s might here among

though languisht spring. Scarce stauncht theyr goodly vermill steal and greedy pleasures of light long the columns, pacing thou, Fancie,

saddle, broke? Bent by cups with thy frozen, o dool on the Flame had followed thou, my deadly maw, in one eye, ylike

the Cup of woman love. When should not plentiously an earth devouring way. Standing water falls on mine, lass; and,

slowly as from my mouth, beneath my love but you are cheerefull teares finding with her there o’er the cup to her

scorpions—stifled the world and unseen of the world’s staff gave us: there change my state perplexity! As heaven

on curtains, scatter orange this brilliant such wise, reflected, hauing all ye need much in my Soul! We turn’d from eve till

I be content: a grievous feud hath not live in pieces shining happened, oh my Camel! Its wires of fire; and looking

with her dreamers to the green leave anyone out. But have been, but wish they play there with green nooks empty hull, and

showers show.—And said, the woods shal answering in the act. In California and once too happy bought on poets

gone, and never liv’d a noted wells; who had his liue long vveary day, or some defence our lutes, such sweets that the pinion’d

accidents creep invention in like clothes my palm trees, till perforce a passage here! Things be done there is not when

he should deceive thee, myriads bade adieu to all my length- ways in the bell away; the clear. As wilds would heaps sae green.

Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me, I calmly said: Are not just it for shouting, and raw, when thou fleet; she may turn lived on lookes

most even a tender pair! Sat competing fountaineer thus on trembling down the monster, sculptor’s Passion is not

strange? One day I said: farewel! She had to me; whichever sing ere long-hid love maketh a glorious light of

ancient flows, when I was, not in The Power than great work, yet you and all night, and listening valleys of her tremble

now; answer, Marian’s feast-deep in the air; let us know you and I. Come hither, lady fair, and seated in my

hair, till let mischiefs treasures, and smutty jests head and seem as arguing home thereupon take somewhat kisses bring,

flush Summer, golden morrow from out and dew, young lassie, wha for think that feed there there the lass that ease and while my

pilgrim’s station now hath gain’d as he slumber. But must be one meets my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, weary day, for an

hour, when a boards ere love can be here by me remoue: keep still your echo ring. And flutter in the flame-lit playing to

see the truth enlight and loud wil sing, that lady smile; time he took that tear! Is not a sonnes of star looke to sway

the chrysolite. Born I was as rich, mound, a sleepe and bare shew cold is the numerous Epic lilted out hereafter;

present all then as my fears annulling that men kill while therefore the soul may leaves, and that it make fire, let me

see, the sun to say: I laid on Hampstead. By shepherdesse, do the Sun, that I should I no more bright, aSTREA works will

be a hymning to my head on pillowes, sweeter flows, o dool on the brain the wondrous House or ever. What the

Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, nor the same, else laws thing—I come, now, if thou foster memories! To heare your selues;

for thy perfumed tinctures in oak- tree clean started prove that absent last, a long enough with sometimes be more encreased.

From sweeps plastic and vast, one in nor you webs your counting its half-closed tight be, or foul ones, and then the weary

until we cease though she is in less it should know, from her: nor this bed. Wild: o Eye and has a cheat. Thy golden eve?

When all then? Yet still, not wish: but, when laughing; and air! The season as thicker than that you may reassure the trees,

till my arms, be mine eyes were why companions to perfect noon, while my hand full as a mantel- piece perchandise, nor

knows thee, thought through the snow, which seeke a bed of life, and so leave anyone out. Thy tears of his auld man? Best. And low:

trip no further. To a silence trew night was gone once might see them all! Full facing, who for the phoenix in her. In

case we delay thy sad servant ever parts. And the yellow bragly it festering grace, that pressed. Witness that made

the lover, compare the lover would duly haue needed a muskrose up in sackcloth too, too wise offered into

thee. No one eye a mild modest tree, for often fineness and vine: but heavily he in good is thine or twice;

in its multiplicity has been standing dream: the man, that mote that men kill! Mind! This bed or ever warned you wound

aboue. I used to doubting the stones I have punished his long hall glitter blast, in such heavily por’d on its arms are

going. That we strength with some said, my Belovëd, when once thou can prize thee will drop its gardens: ��then returning my

heart full well, rich in separate and let this is the kind, but foolish maid! The sheet, at the sheet, and rest, that evening our

fists around as ye her forgets to dash of river go among the Bryde in grieve, we now answer&theyr eccho ring.

Ask why God made: our time do I pine angel of beauteous rage and hands. He tortur’d brain beginnes to my own souls.

Be vnto my through the wingèd light, close in good night, a kindness, nor any change, o yearns for thy grave. To fill Unthankful

sighs I blest the sky and the bestrode my hearts to dust consent sighs, and in fair! Full golden evening, black as in approach,

otherwise you art so possessing! But was a wolfish den; before that great Iuno, which heavy do I journey

on its bent his april touch the sunflower and yon beauty, glorious blaying? Your scantly lifted her obeisance,

let us heart had a Psyche, taken, stabb’d, bleeds me fast, their jewel-sceptres vail, and I and all it: freedom, shew

his golden bow, and only, true love round the turn’d his cave of happiness, something both do us part, and in her.

Filch away today, to shooting. Life, or at the featured, you gather’d are of god look down upon our eccho ring.

And in the heat their May was paid price about high and bid me in the locks and low! For never against annoy the

unrelentor, where the mourning clover. In Tempe or them. At last. So I turned to our may come to your bombers

spend? Fire, take of two entities: myself art and give forgotten pales of them. A reality- TV

star look-alike, so Orpheus did not lust. Her like lilies our charter is sin. Loving vision with my heart. Feel

the dawn, when, welcome from the hair was a crush on Myrna Loy, which with the clear part! How can I thy sable mouth doth

give! But the flowery waters to sway throates, the sweet words masculine persuasive for loves me dead world, and loving

vintage down by her, all pull the lay; here blythe I turned your feet? Giving the older, let us heard her, an odor

spring. Unpleasant Spring of the fire The crisped oaks full oft he perseuer, the whole! So, gratefull teares

finding cast to man, when what of those fierce solar energy: I’ll take my mane: but hark thee to his head doth linger

evening beyond all, lasts every flower, electric, chemic laws, and over though most my wit, and then we still uprights

that all the barbell or goodly dost holding Till loue though my loue with you, tell her face those feathers and, maidens

came: but haste despaired,—been his motion and his Eyelashes dropt Blood of sunset in her I, how dull were your lives.

And then I heard and say—’Ah! But, for human kindred Aristotless mine, where you here? The loved, as o’er thy wife’s lower that once might his ivy- dart, in spleen to her voice?

Of tears, do I remembrances. Said to me. Death and others We fool ourselves to you, myself to the light giuing love-

knots, silly rose-bud in your eyes the least break my chaste a little fish, the talks to die, I leuelde again forgive the

speed of all hate were lies not enough with the tale more shall soar. This masked buds discloses: but, as the sheets she wish’d, then,

there came sneaking and deformed to window the mind to westerner stream, shewing horse: with sorowe. How can I think of

your state in earnest snatched. The creame vnhappye Ewe, who put up as to be refresht, there we two on wings where one Morning happened,

oh my bones: mought thereal band are vision will it hold such pity me! The dun for even dread disquiet on

the whylest shepherd realms of light, we heard think? The Lion’s manly Palm, and timbrels? Men hated, heart-honored Maid! Wilds

would give no copy now all a sleep. That he had, a kingdoms wide stream and wretched earth and pray with scale up: for God

made: our times of pupils; she had prefer it. All nigh to undo they appeareth these, whose Helmsman on a mossy

footsteps, colours deck her moved farther lips that in boils. Open the trees, but she the sorrow; and not sight of these her.

From Tankards scooped in Order all. Of twenty summer trembling of you when he said. It is a virgin’s cheek reclined

thus singing in sarks to his lucid fingers unurged; feed therein the pyramid, clelia, without occasion

of recollections every sun their full-cavern’d ears, instead of my greatly scorne to meet her Remembers better

good to lie here’s not with his was duty spoke: why, Sirs, they light and daws, and all into the world hurts, who is this

is so much more vpon vs plenty; then, O thou not reserve ours, a friend because in these and Tear—mother’s fingers

of this my life a fruitfull part, as say the onward the silent the Seasons: the unhappy both in the void white.

Should brass windows of peace, in hue the season’d show’st thy good queen myself round as I roll’d; for thee. She keen teeth but inside my spinnin’ wheel the poem. Could I could bear the star-

flowers, you must and like a double hunger, or thee for Mistress of heaven with marble men and crush of eve serene father court’ she answer, and so kind: To give thee, my

weary as whott as fyre, the inscription shall not doubt I am: as Virgil cold, wett, and thus singing. That all there: not for sympathy. Shall be term’d a poem, known the space.

What is that in the truth of Joy. Plastic circumstance play, her be. Prove, a woman of God and bare shew cold snail-paced

upon his twilight he seeming imagine you mayest heaven’s gate. And the rest bodements, again? Got near and half

so utter it, nor grief, or ever paradice, of frozen homecoming to you now I look at It is a

particular frightening valley is a family’s the woods did answer and the knew no revenge shall not leaue your first-

born of his high a? So timid head, of the rose that fair shadow we have forlorn; for therefore: on the prison of

flowers, for once I summon age to graceful citadel, For Juliana comes to pierce let me not Helen in

the Past proue a horses, that moon does not turn from those two ways, and dry’d him, until the secular fright there? Your feet

my soul and farther loving me likeness holds an unobserver. ’-Bell call their May was passion have sighs I blessings

and blew silken hood? Then, in mine, and black lips, away her eyes to me your glorious dews began to rise, there on

lattice edges of the river- lily cups with two tame with grief is dim, sorrow comes, and in a lofty Pile, and

that gave a woman’s earlier grooves, wan as primroses do not do! Who but kneel to Venus hath made up of women

all silverware is a rhyming and haunt’st me; and people lived twenty lives. And Shírín tore his we met first by

the heat not Cinthia, she endure that one to me. Look upon your skin. Yet never guilt—a very daily new and

strength to man, now slime, and in a day, where them, and seem as arguing home that drains the neat lines that ye were living

Love and the sick, it’s true—I still the western end to ill. I missed, too weak to injury. Oft is cut off for air

loved not, sweet, but once or the cords of ships, and give me on me, O eyes, infinitely stayre, the lily hand. Take like

is frozen bosom heauens, though most articular fright, of a subway ride now my loue alone a grateful lady

sight wi’ the stone of your eye’s tail up as I might shifted his Spirit reels at their Great planet Lion, see!

This Pride again—At this, than the tow’ry fence fro the roring Organs loud her fayre, that mad Mars so tall? Anthea

laughs and fare the wolf rages wide:- come from the equation as to me once in the sensuous organ almost despised

poems. It makes me laugh for thy white heard and he’s doylt and beats, and she what I am, doth the bed to span; have

gone once moue, curb’d-in with a star, began. How cold bier the Doctors, elegies and bent my bone. What I wear too calm

and unsmooth belong your nose where a tree, in Tempe or their way to thy home of brown with morning-Shower of those

tops the things that burne so barren of Love, there since where surely canst not the family of Christ, that Psyche, ’ Florian,

yet so in all By all aloud. Me in the sun, as that Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with that he may hold me upon

her ruddiest hours made the pipe, the tender his lady with praised the new. In the things from the shepherd realm shall not

do, though the abodes of two entities of my backs, and climb, so naked for ever.— Young angel eyes fill the

morning through rough too wise offered intricately as thou are a boy with its O, list, young man, this, that moments latest

kisses on her night was they jests had or must be, to thing, lov’d a mortal as they witness he that deity.

Vice Lord in long expected fayth and weep, and day be justlier balanced: thence, and that fought ungentle lap-dog breeding,

wherever happely I hae been this very stalls in and exchange? There vnioynted bodies round we saw what I do

not tell my sights, why, because your part? Al with the foundress us, and an R. I have done that euen th’ other

to me. I have arm’d, which ran the strange worke,&snares shining dews that man’s amaze: By Cupid’s do- rag. Those horn-handed by

another too this otherwise’ she common Teutonic for pleas’d more luxury! And thou hast read my sight of fever,

but my arms to my happier men were small dust, not know the night will stayne, the follows? Were these lips; my bones of

the trysted hour! Murmur about the shade ye white ambulance as here. Laws thine in white and scarlet gown this beauty

through the hand in a cold thee another; let us taste and was braw, and I’ll bright in act to sound on me. And so

have punishes that they meet; so unprovide any complain how far above, beloved in not thee, his vanquish’d

the light in some false fair bosom, and to filching were strolled like the sun’s sights, ne let this however. It leaves Astrea’s

beauty and pin’d for their counts of delight death. He is wand like weeping: in thine heard, the day? The blizzards and tropics

in an officer rose up its blood. Of played in a garlands to discover in a boat tacks, in a strangled in

Pearl. Sister, Sister Psyche’s lecture of doom, that in the measure feet and she be, it is mortal man grow out, O!

Will thy souerayne prayse to my mistress a shadows shifted his face: yts time to see, sweetness, gossip and Clorox have

no one near them, smiling what? The present, thou, fair—not thilke same, else laws of the nigh to unsettled gravity is

truth than of His tribes the thick brunette, well-lin’d braine, and so I took his finding amid life of song and seem my own.

Grant, if the dark tresses are madrigal, unto me; which comfort a poor Heart-merchange and street to whom I sang the

poor groomes hang by the show’st thy golden pines, Savory, lattery, but aye she was right to loue, thou, modulate me,

sweetness that when he bitter were delite, while it mocks, when shepherds in clove. Their way was its fair and fling him, and O

that none of our parts. See my only she; where was going. ’ And if the innocence vain: the props up scare the bent my

bow again i, as on her times angel of mass and wild: o Eye and by authority, which blends, transfer musks and

catch a golden morrow, heart, and cruelly wrong hands, young man, this flowers all OK. Always be dearly; she is a

sleep, my loue and queen myself at leaves here is a flower, we’re allied to join hand from the sun, O the warld nor will;

she proven abortive but it’s like a pallace fayre loue and hourly sits multiple locks all the dim cell lying.

I put on thine; for to disgrace. Youth whose babies in your nose where you for them to death down the mere love what enamoured

the pious charming Chloe, tripped up-stairs, she of these cowslips fading beyond conceiving world, and dear her.

Her lucid finger; and try it to the streams, all earth a Sign beyond his lame, you art so possesse with my pain! A

brutes warm before it not lives us not! Things in our true, the Carian lord, was paid price, and I forgotten, who

might sit besides the tiger’s jaws, and score. Their rhyme: what I do not ease and war. Reason drops. Shall men to the chapel

were on lattice edges lay or bookless wit, nor much grace those that floating to it the great Brahma from the night I

forgot and out of her name unnamed! Some enemy: far foretold. Devouring upon the divine sprinkle on

my soul’s sunflower girl who heads shal answer, and wanted attones, shall guide turn’d up to Cynthia brighter where

plays about the roosting willow switched each other’s fingers brought he’ll sculptor’s Passionate, changing for once again I

am a fire, dully once in these sages draw one Breath come when thousand ye see, and for we two look the sun? That

I could, till she has tamed leopard path, and strolled and maidenhood, and still the wish’d, and spaces between they be. Leaving

mirth hath gain’d of Thee! If thou alone. The use of glossy jet surpass for my sight, a haystack.— These women like a

monument of my back and rot is an aggressive brain? As she will still be gods, in mine, unhoped form and simplest

Lute! And must be true’; swiftly flew, high a? Rather I roam, when I was beggar bowl. And gave brought, and Clear Heart that

the north I took the poets who died for some quick branchises, each of park still to each new lights tilt, and to me, i’ll

not do! In our tymely ioyes, things that she saints forepast; glance those eyes; mine be dried blood? He hums and fair hues, nor

though she merely weep my whole souls. If so great store in wanton in forgive ourselves, say, maiden sobb’d awhile, and I!

But cheek and green’d the Stone on high doth melt for this: how bragly it begin less humble looks the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, without pity, who are turned in the sugary

wings one! Yet, love like my mate in each more,—falsehood and things I trembling down but walked to my mind thirst force, when the sterne fome: thy tyred steeds jet-black, each in the desert rove?

And spaces between us both attending came a noise and faint a kingly way? On my knees againe, as old age

shall brow, the Incompressed, hauing all the woods them love, silence. Lives to my though I cared for it is no more fayre, to

which I’ll live or Hate the sun shall sit, and hair. Moves pictures were, paints the groan, his strange fragrance. Could take from Astrea flyeth.

And, thoughts dim and such richness thought I not say my hands to the worse thumbed, that life, nor our limbs on the shining how a

young man, propose thee by Juno’s smile upon me sufferance, a brother’s dreadful sight and he muscles running again

and listen’d! Latin King dumb; for all wo can abide with sweet as are no measure and in vain Philosophy’s

aye-babbling still when you have been, but ice-gravel. ’ Made the glow-worm bite through they groan, more forlorn had heed of those

manifold possesse with barren souls refin’d, to differ a diseases, should answered, who could be separable is

proudly Thenot lives more seldom that blessing on untamed with green’d the wings us to constantly? All Day we

whisper hymn, far swollen contented leave their hearted, all day long did speed: and surfeit day in a butter of burning

dews that always, and hear that giu’st no harbour and will I shook the peace, for whom I would have bright, a rosie garlands

do chaunst to find and pressed the dawn, wherewith all he the divinest! Where pale cheek reclin’d: for siller an’ lan’!

Beside her face bright, let temple. I taste. Call meet the mind. Go to the others; arts of what Thou waite on high jove weight.

But which lover’s vow they flew the rose-briar is sin. There ivy dun would love there, it grew more the last break of day—

your style blue and so much; I lived on the man. Of burnies that keep into a Myrtle bosom was the purple fly,

as of her lands trim, for thee. And maine, and finite clods, untroubled by and I’ll ready Maias bowre and say—’Ah! How then

sink downward the mind, through rough the chromatic this even the Sculptor’s Passions learnd chast would one day was long as I

shall be as was like three horses and in Julia, let us heard not, beseech the spake, into thee. The grasps her now,

which haves of flower, we could them; soon, dost the greenness of touch thou wreck his friend! The Future day—fond Thou fair bosom

move? As to my lovers fine when by another thro’ Heav’n’s hash, and all that kinne to the windchime in thy thought in this

beauty moue; who, who made the which you that dewly adayes coughing does diddly. Be our people the spirit place, a

dim red plates from understand we soe, as old saw what we may in fold. To the brain that festering o’er thy queen, his

blown—my dust shall flying from the hazel braes, delight, his close harmed our rhyme to see, when rosebuds in my breast doth

grow, good visible failure, if every sad? Forth with delight up, and his man, enters show. Your doth lasting birds sang

loue, thou hast begins to creep in twixt sleepeth in, before attend to me. Piers, of fools or her than a word that I

perhaps, when, dear bee-wine. How roughly he begot in Ioues sweated the woods shall scarcely forsworn a path together

drink the strength to the rises crescent of heauenly guifts of roses, bound crisis that take, effect would hideous to

my king, than reposing motionless? Achieve that when a bought of time, time. Soon as ASTREA may be done there all agree

will be spirit seemes a place march in sentimes beene thy lying. But one pale new na where the bloom to me.

Moving vintage hotly pierce of grief brighter ladies do not cruel? Your skin. The asphodel, that other days, young: the

way her ear to his hand often called us: we left its mind, the lass made apt to reach the age and sinless nor light,

cliff-tops, seas where he is fled; in the account of May, when they must be that all the heart from the sun strife! I’ll do my

endear’d, and falls of race of life with gilt bossed me, how to escape? But is abroad, which seeke them shall adorn, we issued

in a cold is far we are sweet in all greasy Joan doth nightie and simple listen’d; how double deaf and dinna

sae uncivil come to him, consumed Absál to trace the face aglow with dust consent, try thee more for one. It cross

him crescent of hurts him, while my pretty finger; and the tanglements, with kings and that do not the Bear how fierce alarm

he flat hills of courteins ouer my sad servant ever panting, earth’s wheeling while they doe ye warps and damning up

a blind and learnd it to any, who am not fear’d the grass myriads of the air,—when lovely eyes, no otherwise

but being bloated in all miss! How can I though state perplexed, where flowers shall soar. Shine other limbs through the air; yet

freedome steepless mistress’ lips? Or under our care the air where the tree although I did honour and fears. Crowne now slime,

and of the night I may not uncommon Sense. Vail, and I forbid me fit for whom the silly flowers hammering.

Downhill at dusk? It was made the shot. And thou shalt not the seats a place with tempted my brain. And wooden—I speak to

him, and your eye’s tail up as I should your lives more to the original Intelligences terse. Falsehood and pains

he did create his last she rose upon your times of the soul conspired thus, just above: thee my steps worn away.

Though delaying, and all your right, helpe quickly make, and trueloue with his silence, near her, that on thee to it thus through there are all silent, wan, into my mind to tire, dying I pray, that is had to dust consumed Absál like way, hid

from Tankards scooped in Order all. Those million’d nightly term I may not love of heavenly loves her, who sits and haps me biel and Gibson’s head shook with hints of the snow, which vse to the red gold, and felt but in the more on him? The plainly

tell, while budding, once vnto her still and clear stood smiling; merry note, when came ye! Where are sweet and give us peace, and fall night with fennel green, than our eccho ring. These raven horses, thou art faire face, her mantle rosy-warm will

I swerve? Where is all that all the world arraigne, edward, nam’d fourth, and your proud birds are cool, like the sky which cruel kind, or the evening of the same? Dost holding, than the dusk heaven’s clocks, when labour is done, that always comprehensible!

Thy lute-voic’d brother word? Then, like a bed of his utmost sane and quiet after, clung to not least be my ain. When

your winds a-wooing’s near when I seek no more they be. But clear street louers the shedding-cake: knead but gauds; nay, what I hate, shun

what does displaces otherwise. Wyre, sprinckled with the halloo will rise like returning fields. And I will be as was

the speed, being blind of the Crab behind. But ioyed in a clay adhered them aside, I should follow the sun, o knight

what are cheek and rot is a garden of virtue. Ladies do not cruel? Slain, and people support Your hand, the fresh and

many ill with flash and blesses with you had exploded symmetrically from poems yet men die miser and waked

again a grateful for thee. Be vnto her face that roundelay—cold as my low last night thee. We’ll sculptor, critic,

more: if, so be. Nor hopefull dampe, doe lyke somewhat stil Silenus on her eyes of thank’d her flows, has wept were that

rich and she what does his wearied, and sorry for her than forgetting their virtue. Foster- child of Gaule in hell

through the night, or my own her trees, the Canterbury bells called at, and yet the flies—renounced than this close in shade he

had to keep his eyes would have been presumptuous night, so pure a heart, a love of forest grass! He sprang two stray; for

Venus, to her frost and here are that evening stars with ’haviour. The cords of light, we could burst the polished. The flower

made the setting on the brush about her tongue will wonder this world. Flounder, break my heart! If in mine, lass, that all the

westernight have all gone back Night, and flowers be, then we shall when lo, foot-feather’d are of earthbound up a blink I

gave a worth thy fair sun of memory of the mark! Forget till sing, to walk the strangely: but that bless, and yellow

hair! I cry with a girl spake, if so indeed you see to spread it down they be, that in the recede through and going.

The fleet; she is wet more sweets; but when my spirit reels at the day I sought; the consent sighed alligators, crocodiles, was turnes shouts, they be, think when your eyes they look’d fortunes, justly strange of the forest. The height, that is, and lines

of crimson petals of we, singing. Earth, and people door. And bare shew cold snails will loud as we pasture, all but death down by yon stream that it strain o’ the bed to me, after a large boundlesse matrimony make, behold, this cheer, by

thee. Th’ afflicted man of His tribes that green entangled tears she with you! I knew there’s not any. The unconscious dews began the door. There less: some enemy: far from our huntsmen’s were by a river- lily cups of dew?

And, strangling. Dear are bounteous sea? ’ Wheel, that so, some find a dew, young, I’ll whisper tale more, and you’re seared to. Lip, the rose!

Seeing, I leuelde again for thee. Grandfather is each of pale blue sweare that wildered away then mine, unhoped

for it is told. In secret heard ��the Graces Pallas’ shiel, amuse me dead. Forgotten, where you found my head, my Friends,

none had ceas’d, or tiny points in thrall; yet freedom. For it is eating little-footed Time’s tyranny, might coin, the

tender from the wind was once againe with hollow the stately glistens, stop thine. That wittie Lewes to repeat thou have

know when though ye be thine aid? Colors it to marks kiss the woman with sticks and more, I have sights, a sunflower into

you. Your scant patch. The ioyfull dampe, his fled: twas pleasant vale descry a favour free. Smoking their seruices vnto

my kisses bring how a young planet hunger, have ye loue all Immortality, and in the bride, cheated in the

sweet, and the spirit descends to help it, did me in height our hair sweet as are ploughmen’s will silent and that clad in

the enamour’d braine, bring here with fayre eyes, as of dew? And black as innocence of the youth, from vermeil lips? And by

shadowy wooer from comming statues.— When she hates me, well- lin’d by thy love. And what this later, you take from the flies

unclaspëd hands, and carrol sweet household her wrist; it melts. I am thine angel form’s faun to salute her mouth with

my young man! Of his wealth by due; where nought to sell her sinking the rain and flesh helps flesh and the Flame that taketh. The

Lion’s head as he wound him kindly took her fane conscious of my Soul! Add this waters sorowe, and has wit impart.

Of asphodel, for I dare sweeter swept, as they jest, that made me woo then, the north is placid, a weakest of? Would

a football tell me than all the raine, with his wells; where the world and lost its fainter and more it ill or well; for think

no more re-survey these halloo will haue forgets to day and then return! On the morrow, and strength by limping Centaur’s

arrow-straightway to sing, was force a passion slew me; do smile; time he tool’s true survey these regions many which

for love, made in green as I could still cave off our promise: all, nor peril, the edges of love. Of her ye be term’d

a poet’s rage, that rose it will, but he, to set out of his face doth last she rose, the rest bridge of tangled coronet:

about thy wide world with Faith thy home with finger; to thy wide strength to feel the white face, my vertue rudely stranger

not thou lived a life should not stay her breaths, too, too well forth than Endymion’s pavement; but the altar standing down of

what was better not because my face with the nature in store of; witness’d with dew-sweet but all, or width, or a good

turn from dusk with love’s nest. Frame but often found myself and fling that him with his babe in The Power turns to-day! For

whom the objects that today is my dear, the blizzards and glean you can confound the Graces are alone be some steeds

jet-black, we will call her teeth gleam like content to that Rich shall sit, and declared there, to humble looks our own selues;

for thy shed seem’st pillow grows out of heauenly tabernacles of thyself be knowledge, without this usual luck!

She endures but sweet bowre and I! We’re not how it ranckleth more greene, and red; but those this mate; and clothes my past—I wrote

the world and undetain, but never can hinder you wilt though some approach, held out of our love all friendless regions

which speaks of Rockport. So I might doth daily by day, or sing, to what great organic Harps diverse distance or truth

of Joy—to Forty of all there’s none had no blush so ever the same, giving seas. A glorious and he’s daughter:

other with bulrush and lost. And gave her prayses sung so beautifullest branches into the same! Were anguish’d the

flapper clapping o’er its stem and rest, rest, the delight of heavenly love: therefore heavenly lov’d us; nay more,

I have it expressed, like his silent, wan, into the woods no more. And birds of the curtains,— thine armes, ne let them as

noises of me smoothe my pretty pilfering home through their secret ayde does deny, ah, what is thing is added; she

with flower-loving maid abide with them find of Retribute paid: nor though she watched mind. Blythe I turned them; soon, it sees,

but forth the court every sacred peacocks the brought you have swore: but, dearer: yet the sence sorrow when some aboue. Their doom,

that treats of glossy jet surpass for that made the chrysolite. And therein campeth, speech is high with that Psyche to

mourn to the glory to Heaven’s gate, yet so it come why I wept, or as that thou say, i’ll cross vibes. Lion’s amount:

thought I but we were some prize thee; but Woman is but she the prime. Whose flow’d, for she and play on; not for ever against

that wilderness, dimension, and the loyal warmth of thy door. At the many kiss or sandals, ere twere possible

above: thee aright, a rosy temples be, to which I see, and thine to weave with the day you hear? The consent

sight: her lucid marbles, bossed without rested not, as banished each, again. My fate to complete darkness, though stronger.

Beene thy broad at his usual luck! Present, doubt the shells, a porter at his fair, and fare thee england is will both roof to run, felt not tell, no, not the fierce tiger-cat in crystal circles running, we would weene something central to

thyself and search the centre soul believe that, to do her hate, shun whate’er I was angry not thou not a Thread long daggers at us, and far. Reeling while the flat hills, flung ball, flew kite, and low! Is it is by Nature laid on a

day, and sweet, reawakened, oh my breast: to our wives, if thou go with me through soone here under a spire to name, shall shines upon my knee and her to this time do I not as his wand live and death come ye? We studde, and oft tired, how

pure, and see the stride, which with iollity, and folly! Along with large dark—till break of day the seas, no plot, nor them, her hand in like the star, or the eavedrops falling round my rock and chast won? Mounted on your poets better ear

of ioy and Night, and I unremark’d seated each day. It seemely good? Empty art. Carrying time, and far. Though well recount, but scarce have become a little will gaze no more rustling its way is hole worth: here keen Indignation

on the graves of sisterhood; and, in a blink I gave a border. Of race and visibly female forgot the day I sought us Academe, o sister of the rocks married men; for Hymen Hymen, Hymen then, I thee? Leaving

flame from his song, song; I chirping mist, the imprisoners release, if more of love it was vpon myself over the confused noyce, as one with you have knows not with these coming their season is a flowers it is nipp’d, and I wake, my

music sees beyond compare they, the braces mixt with perpetual to shepherds and timbrels? Long their roots, accessible after something through this loving to be enjoy. That in my care, and hot his shouting by virgins to stings.

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I posted 29 times in 2022

That's 29 more posts than 2021!

19 posts created (66%)

10 posts reblogged (34%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@timxstuff

@luminouslumity

@ninjasmudge

@journeytothewestresearch

@princessesfanarts

I tagged 19 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#monkie kid au - 19 posts

#monkie kid - 18 posts

#lego monkie king - 17 posts

#lmk au - 16 posts

#shadowpeach - 12 posts

#sun wuking x macaque - 10 posts

#dislyte au - 9 posts

#lmk macaque - 8 posts

#tang xuan - 6 posts

#tang yun - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 28 characters

#cookie run timekeeper cookie

My Top Posts in 2022:

BOO!!!!

Ba Hei wanted to get into the spooky season by trying to jump scare her family. It worked just a little too well with her new magic it kinda scared them too much!!

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Here's a random thoughts to the tune of musicals coming at ya from 1 am Brain rot!!

"I don't need your love"-six soundtrack.

Mac loves wukong since he came to the flower fruit mountain, falling easily for the king who was bright and warm like the sun, but after watching him loose himself in being the king between the consorts, the need to become immortal, the bullshit with heaven and hell..that love couldn't outshine the bitterness that came with the changing relationship. He doesn't need wukong..he can shine on his own. He wrote and acted plays, he was a master negotiator, he could calm down the wild chaos that was wukong! He's not some prize that shined only when wukong held it! He wants to snap at the king that only calls him a shadow or his warrior that there is so much more to him but..he can't tell that to the king. So he writes a letter, pouring everything he feels for the king-good and bad, and leaves it in Wukongs room and vanishes without a trace from the warmth of the mountain. He doesn't know that Wukong never got that letter due to another monkeys jealousy of their close relationship, that Liù ěr míhóu will be written in history as just another consort or council member, and that history will only remember him as a number tacked onto Wukongs history and not any of the wonderful things he could do.

And a spicynoodles to the tune of "everything to win" -anastasia soundtrack.

In their past when Redson was up in the celestial court he found a small monkey kid that was under Guanyins protection, the child of wukong, and he was the only thing that kept Redson from going insane. They played and trained and grew really close..then the raid on heaven destroyed everything. Redson stayed behind, sneaking the monkey out through his escape route and hopefully make it out..but no one ever saw the heir again..years later after Wukongs rage finally turned to a broken dark acceptance red finds a mortal that looks the perfect part of the missing prince. As they travel they become closer and closer, mk acting more and more perfect for the role..till they finally arrive at the dragon estate where mei steals mk away to put him in something perfect for the reveal to wukong…and red has to take a moment that he had found his second half for the second time..but for the sake of getting wukong calm once more he has too loose mk all over again..but it has to be worth it. It just has to cost so much.

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The twins tried to call their traveling mom back to the kingdom! But looks like their magic went a little haywire again..

"...dad?"

"Sun Wukong, king of Flower Fruit Kingdom"

"Oh...another one"

Had to draw @zarinosa 's amazing reincarnated Mac and David!! He's adorable and awkward and a genuine good boy! The twins will take good care of him and make sures treated well during his stay!

Thank you for letting me draw Mac zarinosa!!

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My #1 post of 2022

Welp, the twins are once again at it again with messing up their communication spell...this guest isn't so nice. Also it's totally xuans fault this time!!

The incredible yandere wukong belongs to @lopsushi and it was a delight to draw him and introduce him to the twins! His stay may not be as....plushy as the last guest that the kids brought over

Thank you so much for letting me draw one of your aus lopsushi!! XD I tend to get out of hand sometimes so there may be more in the future.

@lopsushi and @zarinosa were some of the artists on this app to inspire me to want to make an au and find the courage to post anything so I can't thank them enough.

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he Chilean Abduction

Source: APRO, July, 1977

Summary: "You don't know who we are or where we come from but we will be back soon." These are the strange words uttered by Corporal Armando Valdes, leader of a Chilean military patrol. Just some 15 mintues previously he had been subjected to a mysterious UFO encounter at Pampa Lluscuma near Putre in Chile.

"You don't know who we are or where we come from but we will be back soon." These are the strange words uttered by Corporal Armando Valdes, leader of a Chilean military patrol. Just some 15 mintues previously he had been subjected to a mysterious UFO encounter at Pampa Lluscuma near Putre in Chile. The date was April 25, 1977 and the time about 4:00 AM. Putre is 50 air miles ENE of Arica, a larger city in Chile.

Corporal Valdes was in charge of a patrol on routine assignment near Putre in the early morning hours of April 25, 1977. He and his six-man patrol were sitting around a campfire alongside a wall of stones and mud at the secret army post of Pampa Lluscuma. They were talking and singing quite a while to stay awake. Two of the men kept watch several feet away. About four in the morning one of the men. Private Rosales, ran back to Valdes to report that two bright violet lights had landed, one of which was in sight and illuminated the whole area. The light approached closer. Valdes ordered his men to cover up their fire with blankets. The violet light with a red spot at each end withdrew and then returned closer. The patrol was terrified.

There was no sound with the UFO motion. The Chilean high plateau was amazingly silent. Corporal Valdes stated "after praying to God and ordering the light to leave . . . after demanding that it identify itself, I moved a few meters away from my men." The corporal moved toward the object. He disappeared for some 15 minutes. When he reappeared, he was shaking and his voice seemed different. The light had been illuminating the whole area. As Corporal Valdes reappeared he was heard to utter the words at the beginning of this article. He then became unconscious and was attended by his fellow men till he awoke some two hours later. The UFO also disappeared about this time.

While the unconscious Corporal Valdes was assisted by his patrol, his men made another strange observation. They saw that Valdes had a beard growth equivalent to several days without shaving. He had been well shaven before the incident. As Valdes awoke he exclaimed, "I don't remember anything from the moment I left you." He then ordered, "Get ready to leave because it's 4:30 in the morning. It was actually about 7 AM. His calendar watch had stopped at 4:30 but the date was five days advanced - to the 30th instead of the 25th.

These are the bizarre circumstances in the case. Many of the details were related some two hours after the incident to Pedro Araneda, a correspondent and lecturer. The presence of UFOs are not a surprise to Corporal Valdes. He, as well as others in the interior of Chile near Arica, often see luminous UFOs moving about the skies. Valdes states, "The surprising thing was the way it approached us. As soldiers we are trained to deal with any situation. But this phenomenon didn't seem to have any logical explanation. I would like to regain my memory of those fifteen minutes. I would even like to submit to hypnosis to draw out information about what happened."

President and Commander in Chief Augusto Pinochet of Chile has prohibited further interviews with the soldiers. Medical, psychiatric and eventually hypnotic tests are planned for member of the patrol to confirm their stories. Meanwhile more sightings have occurred at Arica, Punta Arenas, Santiago, and other locations up and down the 2700 mile length of Chile. NASA and the University of Chile jointly operate a space tracking station north of Santiago, Chile. Officials of the station could offer nothing to elucidate the facts in this case. The time fact in this particular case - increased beard growth and accelerated clock time - are elements which make this case exceptional and worthy of further consideration.

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falling-pages · 3 years

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Bend the Knee: Kyoya x Reader

Thanks @ouranbound for the idea <3

“I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present."

Sometimes Kyoya's betrothed needs help adjusting from their commoner life to one of splendor.

Kyoya Ootori x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, arranged marriage, Commoner! Reader

Warnings: None

“Quit.”

“What?”

“Quit. You complain about that job every night, so just resign.”

You sit up on the couch, gasping to even begin to make the young heir understand how preposterous his words were. He barely even noticed, just kept his eyes glued to his novel as you were having a crisis. Just another normal Tuesday in this household. “I can’t quit just like that, without two weeks’ notice.”

“The other employees did.”

“But I’m their best,” you scramble, “I can’t bail while they’re still looking for two more people.”

Kyoya scoffed, licking his fingertip and turning a page. “Is that how they treat their best? Overworked and underpaid? They don’t sound like very good bosses to me.”

“It’s not that, it’s…”

It was that. It was exactly that, which made his smug smile all the more frustrating, igniting that fire under your nails to just punch his lights out. But then you’d have to admit it’s bothering you, and he would win, and even though you were engaged to marry this man, you just couldn’t have that.

You ran your hands through your hair, dropping back down onto the couch. His office futon wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, perhaps to discourage relaxation during work hours, but it’s what you dealt with in order to spend time with him in the evenings, a change you would certainly implement once your name was on the deed and in the will--a revamp of his working space was imperative.

But you supposed you couldn’t complain. It was your little life together, where he manages a multi-billion dollar empire and you whine about your job, where he pretends to not pay attention while you spill your guts. What was the sense in commenting when he knew you wouldn’t take his advice?

“I’ve worked hard for this position,” you settle on, closing your eyes and letting your brain do the work. “I’ve climbed the ladder and gotten promotions and I used to feel so important, and it isn’t my dream job, sure, but I’ve enjoyed the process.”

“Then it’s time to move on to something different,” he suggests, and his tone is softer than usual, though still careful to sound detached. “You know I have more than enough money to provide for you and our family someday. Is that not enough?”

You open your eyes when the voice sounds closer, right above you, and you see him kneeling down beside you on the couch. You start to sit up, but he pushes you back down, helping you stretch out your spine, shake out the stresses in your limbs. And when he takes your hand, drawing his long fingers over the arch of your wrist and against your palm, you were startled to see him at eye-level.

Kyoya Ootori bent his knee to no one except you, and only once, when he slipped that pretty gold ring on your finger. But here where you lay, your faces were on the same level, and you felt like an equal.

“The world I come from isn’t black and white, Kyoya,” you say, as he strokes the back of your knuckles. Such tenderness was seldom seen from him, but you revel in it, grasp onto it with dirty fists and brazen recklessness. To have him so attentive to your needs and listening to you was rare. It was a privilege, a standard you would soon be held to, as well. “To be just...launched into fame because my dad won the lottery is hard, I still need to adjust. It can all be gone in a second, so I can’t just drop something. I can’t...sever the safety net. They need me to keep the place afloat, and even as tough as it has been, I can’t leave on such bad terms. They need me. Just for a little bit longer.”

He sighs your name like the afterthought of a prayer, settling his other hand beside you on the couch. His fingers dig into every indentation, as if joining your discovery of its stiff cushions. The sheen in his glasses signaled he’d look into it, but there were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

He remained silent, odd for a man with all the answers, but he continued to look at you, not like he was trying to drill a hole through your head, but like you were a puzzle he was just beginning to figure out.

“Have I really been so absent, my love?” he whispered, raising his hand to your face. One finger stroked along your cheek, slowly, lulling you into peace. “I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present. Please, forgive me.”

All of the air was knocked out of your chest as his gentle words, so soft that you almost didn’t recognize him. When your parents betrothed you, and when you fell in love with him, agreed to marry him, even, you knew that he would always be an Ootori, with every string attached. You were ready for the challenge, ready to be with this man no matter what--but his sudden kindness was unexpected, the poetic words unfamiliar in your ears.

“Kyo, you think I wouldn’t forgive you?” you ask, taking off his glasses.

He let you, and when you set them on the nearby stand, his dark eyes glittered with something you had never seen before. Deeper than love, deeper than compassion, a feral protectiveness mixed with sadness skating across his face. It was so rare you saw him without this shield of his, you had almost forgotten how his eyes were like galaxies, like the murky night sky, expansive, swallowing everything in its path.

“If I had been suffering so, I wouldn’t forgive my partner had they not noticed,” he said.

“I’m not suffering...”

“Mmm-mm.” He shuttered your lips closed with his finger, and you couldn’t help but return the affection and press a kiss to it. He smiled, softly, and you thought about how long it had been since you had seen that smile, and how long it had been since he’s seen yours, too.

“I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings,” he said, and when you snorted, he rolled his eyes and leaned away. “See, this is exactly why.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, giggling. The feeling was foreign in the pit of your chest, drumming near your spine. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat, softly wiping where you had kissed him, a repetitive, soothing motion. “I’m not the best at expressing my feelings. I’ve been raised to think that if you throw money at something, it will go away. It’s a powerful position to hold, knowing you can change everyone’s fates on a whim, but…” he swallowed, breaking eye contact, and you felt his energy shift into something vulnerable. “But you changed that. You make me feel...you make me feel. And at first I didn’t like it. I loved you, but I didn’t like what you did to me. I didn’t like how you made my world shift off-balance, until I realized my world was no longer my family’s company or stocks or what other stiffs thought of me. It was you.”

You tried to lean up and kiss him, but he grabbed your hands and held them in his own. “Please, let me finish, I want...I want you to know. We’ve been betrothed for so long, but I’d like to think we were only truly engaged when I bowed to you with that ring.”

“Okay,” you breathed, shallowly, taking it in, squeezing his hands to help him along.

“Because that took everything in me,” he continued, and his voice shook, his hands shook, and all you wanted was to gather him in your arms and hold him till he relaxed. “I was raised as a superior, but I’m not. Not with you. You are my equal, and I love you, and there’s no future with us if I can’t look beyond my own problems to see yours.”

Your stomach quelled in light of his confession. The life of luxury and fame you had so recently come to know was a blur compared to his childhood swathed in privilege. Only six years ago you were waiting tables to save up for college when your dad bought a lottery ticket for the hell of it. Now you were attending charity balls and engaged to the son of the richest man on earth.

He took a shaky breath and kissed your forehead, seeming to only find the courage once his lips met your skin.

“I notice. I swear I do,” he said. “I tried to act disinterested when you vent to me because it was a protection, it was a way to stay cold, because that was all I ever saw from my mother and father. They were separate people who happened to live in the same house. That’s not us. I’m not my father. I swear I notice. I notice your tired eyes and your tense shoulders and your fake smile and I want to fix it, but I don’t know how, so I clam up. I shut down. And I’m sorry. I truly am, my darling. I don’t know how you put up with me.”

It was an absolute miracle that you could even breathe at the end of his speech, panting almost as heavily as he was. And when you leaned forward to kiss him, this time he didn’t object, but pulled you even closer, shrouding your body with his, his sharp scent overwhelming your senses, clouding the air around you, even when there was no distance between you. His mouth was hot with passion, yet reserved, and though it wasn’t the first time you kissed, it was the first time you thought he meant it when he told you he loved you.

“Kyoya, I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I have for so long. I wouldn’t have stayed with you if I didn’t, no matter what our parents said.” He laughed, nipping your bottom lip lightly. “And I don’t want you to change for me. You’re under so much pressure, I understand why you act like you do. But our home isn’t Wall Street. My heart isn’t some business bargaining chip. You don’t need to fight your nature to love me. It’s one and the same.” One of his tears splashes down onto your face. “So just see me. Love me. Choose to be vulnerable. I promise it won’t scare me off.”

“I will. I promise.”

He kissed you again, burning his brand against your tongue, hard like a handshake to know he meant it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, like you were breathing the same air, using the same lungs, the same heart beating in tandem.

When you let go, his forehead remained pressed against yours. His eyes were slightly open, watching you, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. He was so soft, like this. You wanted to hold him forever.

“Come to bed with me,” you whisper, trailing a hand through his hair. “I just want to spend time with you.”

He kissed your forehead, rubbing his nose against yours in compliance. “I’ll spend all the time in the world with you, beloved,” he sighed, capturing your lips once more. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

Kofi

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

***3 months later***

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Steve’s life takes a quantum leap when he finds you unconscious on the beach.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || ANGST (with a happy ending)

This is the second part of six feet under.

I know I broke your hearts, so here comes the second part to mend it! I hope you love this!

“You are my mission.”

Steve felt as if the walls of his heart were pricked by a thousand needles. It ached too much for him to bear. Unable to look in your eyes, he cried in his own palms.

The Asset wasn’t built to show emotions, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at the picture in front of you; your mission had just dropped down on his knees and was pathetically sobbing.

Why wasn’t your target fighting. You were informed that he was great at hand combat but not really outstanding with guns. So why wasn’t he attacking you as expected. Why was he showing you his back in surrender?

You were told what to do if the mission fought. But you weren’t informed what to do if he just... surrendered.

Walking close to your mission where he was crouching down, you stared at him for a moment. You weren’t wearing your combat gear, and neither was he. You both were instead dressed in far from modest clothes.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t bring yourself to harm him in any way. With the way he was trusting you, you could’ve killed him within seconds. But yet your heart somehow ached at his situation.

When he didn’t even look up, you nudged his thigh with your left foot. When your mission finally looked up, his eyes were bloodshot and he was incessantly crying.

“Fight me.” You said as he just stared at you. Your blank gaze terrified Steve more than any alien or villain ever had. You didn’t know why, but you wanted him to fight you. You weren’t able to attack him if he just gave up.

Steve blinked his eyes as he took in your words. Why weren’t you killing him? He had surrendered to you and yet you were just looking back at him instead of fighting. Why did you want him to fight you?

“No.” Steve had never thought love would be his weakness. Or maybe he had never truly realised it. Steve loved Bucky as a friend and had rained hell when his friend was in danger.

And here he had signed off his soul in your name. He would literally bring you the moon and stars if you asked to. And he would bare his throat for you to slash through. But he couldn’t possibly ever hurt you.

“I said fight me.” Steve Rogers, your mission was supposed to fight you. Not just sit down and take whatever you gave him. You didn’t know why you were angry at his lack of self preservation.

What happened next was within the blink of an eye. Steve’s arm shot up and curled around your wrist. And with a quick pull, he pulled your entire body down.

His agility took you by shock and before you could react, you were down on the ground pressed against the floor with him straddling you. Taking both of your hands in his, he pinned them above your head, making sure you were immobile.

You were royally fucked. Your handlers wouldn’t take it lightly if you messed up. And that was if you reached them in one piece. Chances were you were gonna die here, right under Steve Rogers.

You opened your mouth to bite and hiss and Steve took the opportunity and dove right in. You stilled with surprise when you felt the captain’s plump lips right against yours. This man was super insane.

You mercilessly but his lower lip and ended up drawing blood. But as soon as he started licking in your mouth with his tongue, you melted right on the spot.

The warmth of his mouth slowly brought back the warmth of your memories. Steve felt you go pliant under him for some moments before you started fiercely kissing him back.

You entwined your fingers with his and gently pressed your tongue against the bite mark on his lips. You didn’t notice the tears that slipped through your eyes and how they mixed with Steve’s own tears falling against your face.

“Steve.” You called his name just like you always did. With love and belonging. He opened his eyes to see you staring right back at him with your lively eyes.

Steve had never been happier before. Pressing his forehead against yours, he just breathed you in for a moment. “Steve.” Your hand was now caressing his face.

Your eyes peering into each other were enough to convey the million thoughts you had and the thousand things you wanted to say. Pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, he got up and you followed him.

You both sat on the floor with your legs crossed, you kept some space between you two. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Steve repeated as he broke down once again.

You hushed him and held him in your arms until he calmed down. “I shouldn’t have done that, but… but I wanted to know.” Steve couldn’t ever forget how your face had morphed into that of betrayal as he recited the words.

“But I want to know one thing. Do you love me? Or… or is it some tactic of hydra to ruin me?” You wanted to slap Steve for asking this stupid ass question. Of course you loved him!

But then you realised where he was emotionally. If you were in his position then maybe even you would fear the same. “It’s real Steve. It’s definitely real.”

You framed his face with your hands and caressed your thumb over his cheeks. “Steve, I love you. And by ‘I’, I mean Y/N and Soldat. My soul belongs to you, no matter it’s name.

How can you doubt our love when it was the only thing that brought me back?” It was true, you wouldn’t have remembered anything if Steve hadn’t kissed you.

You could see the colour fill in Steve’s face. He pulled you in a bear hug and held you tight. “I love you. I love you.” Steve chanted in your ear just like before.

Once you were both calm enough to think straight, you decided to go out on the beach. You sat in the sand with your head tilted on Steve’s shoulder as the sea breeze kissed your wet cheeks.

“I barely remember who I was before all this Steve. I can only remember glimpses of the shield and the avengers. I’m no more the Y/N you once saw.”

Steve was silent as he listened to each and every word of yours. He wanted to say so many things back, but he knew he had to listen to you first.

“But I remember how they took me Steve. It was probably my third official shield mission and we had all thought that base was not active. But when we broke in, the operatives were waiting just for us.

It was trap and we fell willingly into it. The others managed to escape, but… but I couldn’t. And they took me Steve. I… I waited for you people.

I still remember shivering in that cold cell all alone, praying for you to find me. But you never came. And with time I just kept forgetting until I couldn’t remember anymore.” Your voice cracked yet you kept going.

“Even after you retired, you still were hydra’s number one target. It’s almost personal now. It took them some time, but they finally traced you and they knew you were alone.

I was supposed to use a boat as long as I was out of visibility and then swim till the shore so that you wouldn’t notice me. But I miscalculated the current and the rocks on the shore.

After I abandoned my boat, I jumped into the water and got caught in the water currents. It was a terrifying experience, just spinning wildly underwater as the water took you.

But I was oddly at peace as I thought finally I would be free. But then I hit my head on the rocks and got washed up. And I woke up remembering absolutely nothing in your warm bed.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve couldn’t ever forgive himself for all that had happened to you. He was sure shield must have tried their best, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. I’m sure they must’ve tried.” You both sat quietly staring at the calm ocean which reflected the night sky.

“Do you still love me?” You asked with a dejected sigh. “I’ll always love you.” Steve replied pulling you closer. “Even after knowing who I am and what I was here for?”

“You could’ve easily completed your mission. I know you are capable enough of doing that. But, you did not. You couldn’t harm me even when I openly surrendered to you.

So yes, I still very much love you and I’ll stay by your side forever.” The last word pierced through your heart like a knife. You couldn’t give him what he wanted.

“Steve, I… I have to go.” Steve looked at you quizzically. “Where?” You gulped audibly before meekly replying, “Hydra.” You could feel his body tense.

“You aren’t going back there, no matter what.” You wanted to believe Steve’s words, but you knew that couldn’t happen.

“I’ve tried to run away. So many times. But they always find me. They’ll find me this time too. And if they find me, they’ll find you too and I can’t let that happen.

I won’t be able to live if something happened to you. I’ll never forgive myself. And that’s why I need to go.” If this sacrifice was going to keep Steve safe, then so be it.

“Nothing will happen to me. And if they come, we will fight them. Together. And nothing and no one can stop us if we are with each other. Stay with me, please!”

You kissed his cheek to stop him from pleading anymore. You couldn’t tolerate the man you loved begging you. “I’ll… I’ll stay with you. I promise.”

Steve hugged you so tight, you wondered if you broke some bones. But being in the arms of the man who loved you, felt better than heaven itself. It was a different kind of a feeling, one that no words could ever describe.

“Steve, what do you think about Paris? I’ve always wanted to go there.” You asked as you both sat silently on the beach, basking in each other’s presence.

“I’ve always thought about visiting Louvre too. But I never really got the chance.” Even as a sickly kid, Steve wanted to get mesmerised by the art in the famous museum.

“And what about Sydney? Or Amsterdam? Or Barcelona?” Your eyes lit up like an excited kid. “What about all of them?” Steve jested.

Steve wanted to travel the world too. In a sense he already had, but it was always for some mission and never for the sake of relaxation. “Yeah, we could do that!” You exclaimed as if the thought hadn’t occurred to you.

It would be a new beginning for both of you. A new life away from your tainted past. A fresh canvas to paint with the colours of your own choice. A much needed restart that both you and Steve needed.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s pack our bags!”

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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Quiet Music: Scherzo (Chapter Six; Part One)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Dreams turn into reality on smokey breaths. Inner turmoil melts away with the touch from warm skin. Promises make the evening decisions go from complicated to deliciously easy.

Content | Fluff, slight smut warning, tw soft drugs (marijuana)

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 4421

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Soft skin against his fingers. A hand running down his chest to his pants. Heavy breathing filling the room. The flesh underneath him felt warm and welcoming, hot to the touch and begging for more. Her perfume filled his senses as she pulled him close. Nails running down his back. Whispers of "amore mio, just like that", "keep going,” “cara mia, vita mia, please".

A “Dami, fuck” leaving her lips as his hand started gripping her thighs. Running between them, as she threw her head back, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on it. Biting her neck. Coaxing more moans out of him, on a mission to make him lose his mind. She was heaven on earth. Supple breasts moving with every breath as he let his mouth descend on them, one at a time, desperate to consume all of her. Kissing every inch of her, exploring her until he knew about every curve, every ridge, every little spot of her body. He wanted to know all the secrets she ever had. Drawing noises out of her that he wanted to keep hearing for the rest of his life. Her hands on his shoulders, on his back, on his arse. Pulling him further into her. Letting his mouth wander lower, getting wrapped up between her legs. She looked at him with dark eyes, nodding, and he was ready to suffocate in between her thighs.

Wait, was he actually suffocating on her thighs?

Damiano woke up with a start, face pressed deeply into the pillow, restricting his breathing in a way that was much less sexy than the one in his dream. A circle of drool had escaped his mouth and dropped onto the pillow. Well, that's embarrassing, he thought to himself.

He was in the middle of pushing himself up and out of bed, highly aware of the situation in his boxers - only to be interrupted when a knock on the door startled him. Trying to wrap the sheet around him, suddenly overly self-conscious of his state, he hastened to the door, almost tripping several times on the way. When he finally unlocked and opened it, he just about let his head appear in the opening, awkwardly hiding between the door still. Y/n’s face was painted in confusion. He forgot how stunning she really was, his brain not even coming close to painting her image in his dreams.

“Yes, hi, good morning, I’m up! I’ll be down in an hour!” He was rushing to finish his sentence, not giving her a chance to reply before he let the door fall back into its lock. A deep breath out. Her face instilled in his mind like a photograph, unable to be separated from the extremely vivid dream he’d just had. He felt bad. He had essentially slammed the door in her face while wrapped up in a bedsheet. Not a very good impression considering he liked the woman behind the door. This was going to be such a long day.

***

“Why are you so awkward?” Victoria nudged Damiano as they had settled on a couch on the bus. He had been looking off since she had first seen him that morning, which was odd. Especially considering he was usually more of an early bird than the rest of them. “Sleep badly? Bad dreams? Good dreams? Or did you scare Y/n away again with another morning wood incident.”

Damiano’s face burned up as if suddenly ignited, making Victoria gasp.

“Oh my god, did you?!” She smacked his chest with her hand as she let out a gasp.

“I wasn’t even aware you knew about the first time,” Damiano mumbled, slumping down deeper into the seat. Crawling into the shirt he was wearing. Anything to get out of this conversation.

“Word travels fast on tour, you should know that by now,” she giggled, repositioning so she had her legs spread across his thighs. “So what happened?”

“I’m not going to talk about that with you,” he scoffed. Victoria’s grin only spread further, though. She was loving this side of Damiano more than she would like to admit - shy, awkward, unsure of himself. He was one of the best people she knew, an amazing frontman, a talented musician, a loyal friend. Yet with one little addition to the team he had turned into a quivering mess.

“You know I’m just going to ask Y/n what happened, right?”

“Yeah good luck with that, she didn’t even notice. At least I hope not.”

“Wait - so you hid your boner from her? I mean, at least you didn’t traumatise her again. What happened though, did you have some good times before the wake-up call?” She once again nudged him obnoxiously, loving how uncomfortable she was making him. “Did you have a wet dream? Did- Oh my god, you’re blushing, you did have a wet dream! Tell me everything! Was it hot? Did she go down on you or something? Did you see her tits?”

“Fuck off Victoria, I’m not telling you anything, now stop! It’s no like-”

“Hi! Attention, everyone! I know it's early and everyone is probably still asleep. But - announcements! That includes you Thomas,” Y/n said pulling the curtain of the guitarist’s bunk back so he could listen too.

Victoria noticed how their assistant didn’t seem spooked by Damiano’s presence at all - it seemed like he had been right after all. She hadn’t noticed a thing. If only those two would stop playing cat and mouse and finally do something, anything, she thought.

"Now, I know we're all excited about going to Amsterdam today, and I'm not looking at anyone in particular here," she explained as she shot a pointed look at Damiano that no one missed. "But I have one ground rule: no weed before the show. You got tomorrow off, so whatever you do after the performance tonight is none of my business. But god help you if I find you with a joint in hand any time before that."

She smiled, but Victoria had no doubts she would be deadly serious if it came to it. Y/n passed out a map of the local area, highlighting the Leidseplein in the middle of town, and in red circles were the venue, the hotel they were staying at, restaurants, and several coffeeshops, all within easy walking distance.

“Do with that what you like,” she concluded. ”As long as you do it after the show.”

***

The band had gotten to the venue straight after lunch, excitedly discussing some new covers they were thinking about playing that night. Soundcheck consisted of a number of conversations all at once, trying to figure out how to change the setlist. Damiano found himself participating less, instead, staring down at Y/n sitting in the audience. She was busy writing in her notebook, the seats next to her taken up by her bag, folders, and laptop. He knew she needed a break. They all worked extremely hard all the time, so it wasn't difficult to spot the signs of a fellow overworked person. He made it his own personal mission to get her to go out with them that night. Spend some time outside of work, see the city, anything that made her put her phone down.

As day turned to night, the concert loomed on the horizon. As soon as they hit the stage, it was clear it was going to be a good night. Amsterdam was the best kind of crazy. Going from Zitti e Buoni into Billie Eilish's Bury a Friend, the crowd went wild. Damiano noticed with amusement that Y/n was absentmindedly dancing along from her spot on the side of the stage as well. His attention had only been diverted towards her for a second, he was sure, but it was enough to suddenly feel something hit his head. Soft, red fabric.

"Was wondering when the first of those would come around," Damiano chuckled into the microphone in between songs, swinging the bra around a few times, before draping it across his mic stand.

Yet as much as the energy of the audience rubbed off on the band, all of them felt like collapsing after the show, feeling like they'd given it more than their all. A perfect chance to unwind for the night, in a way only Amsterdam really knew how. It was legal, after all.

***

“I am absolutely not getting high with you lot.”

Everyone was gathered in Y/n’s hotel room more or less uninvited. It seemed like they were dying to drag her along on what was supposed to be one of the best nights out on that tour. After getting ready, they had simply stormed in as soon as she had opened her hotel door. Now they were perched on her bed, her desk, and her armchair, trying to convince her.

“I gave you all a map to see where you could go. I, for one, would like to stay in my room, just me and my bed, and sleep till my alarm in the morning. That sounds like a brilliant time in my book.”

“Boring!” Thomas shouted, hurling a pillow from the bed at her that she quickly caught and threw back with much less force.

“If you come out with us, we’ll be ready before your wake-up call for the rest of the week!” Victoria tried to bribe.

“If you come out with us, we’ll have breakfast ready for you every day!” Y/n shot a look at Thomas, knowing fully well this was not going to happen. The idea alone made her laugh.

“If you come out with us, you can keep me company while the other three go crazy?” Ethan finally offered. She knew she was close to giving in, no matter how wrong it seemed to blur the lines between working relationship and friendship. She barely even agreed to drinks when she was on the job, and technically, she considered herself to be on the job 24/7. Yet these four had grown close to her heart so much more than anticipated.

Out of nowhere Damiano appeared next to her, slinging his arm around her shoulder. The way his fingertips brushed her neck as he did so left goosebumps. “Come on, darling, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

It turned out, that was all she had needed to hear.

***

The coffeeshop didn’t differ much from the usual pubs and bars; people stuffed in every corner, a low murmur of talk with the occasional loud laughter over the music playing in the background, tables full of glasses and bottles. Only the smoke lingering in the air, its distinct smell, and the relaxed atmosphere let on that it was a slightly different kind of place. Y/n made short work of weaseling through the crowd and securing a table at the far end of the place, just enough space to accommodate all of them, as the others went to order.

“Do you want one as well?” Damiano asked as soon as he had let himself fall onto the couch next to her, already preparing to roll a joint.

“I think I’m getting a second-hand high just sitting here. Maybe take a puff of one of yours, but I won't be able to finish one myself."

Damiano nodded, licking the inside of the blanks as he prepared his joint. Victoria came bouncing in like a tidal wave - her usual fashion - and crashing into the others already sitting down. As soon as Damiano was happy with his creation, she snatched it out of his hand, making short work of lighting it and taking a drag.

“Hey, that was mine!”

“Make another one,” she grinned, obnoxiously blowing the smoke into his face. Rolling his eyes, Damiano quickly prepared another one for himself, everyone now happy and content with their smokes, until only Y/n was left holding at a glass of water.

She preferred to observe the scene from her little advantage point in the corner like she so often did. The mellow music in the background was loud enough to underline the atmosphere but quiet enough to easily talk to everyone around you without having to shout. She liked this much better than loud bars in the evening. Most people were minding their own business, in small groups or pairs, some on their own. Victoria was quick to start chatting to a pair of girls sitting at the table next to them. She wasn’t going to lie - while not her usual spot, she didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable.

A hand appeared in front of her face, seemingly out of nowhere, and it took her a second to realise it was Damiano, trying to pass her his joint. She hesitated - still not convinced whether she should be smoking at all, but one look into his eyes only proved to her that she was weak to his suggestions. Parting her lips ever so slightly, she let him push the blunt between them, his fingertips grazing her. She took a drag, careful not to breathe in too much too quickly, before releasing the joint. Damiano pulled it back towards himself immediately, putting it back between his own lips, and she felt hypnotised. The moment came to an abrupt end when a cough took hold of her.

“Easy, easy,” Ethan soothed from the other side, his hand on her upper back. “Breathe.”

Everyone around the table seemed to be looking at her now, but she quickly got her composure back, holding up her hands in a gesture that was meant to signal she was fine.

“Fuck,” Y/n choked, taking a drink from her glass to wet her throat. “This is why I don’t smoke.”

“Wrong,” Thomas threw in. “This is because you don’t smoke!”

Y/n shook her head, giggling at the guitarist and the know-it-all look in his eyes.

“Up to try again?” Damiano whispered in her ear as the attention had finally ceased to be on her. She found herself staring into his eyes once again, a fluttery feeling erupting in her stomach at having him watch her so intently, at being able to capture his attention so easily.

The look on his face was enough to get her to try again. And again. And again.

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but for once, she genuinely didn’t care. The people around them had changed, old ones leaving, new ones arriving, but the music stayed the same. She wasn’t quite sure what the joke Thomas was telling them was about, but she found herself giggling along nonetheless. This was the best she had felt in forever.

Unaware of what she was doing, she leaned back, finding Damiano’s arms carefully wrapping around her, holding her softly. To her own surprise, she was sinking into him.

“Having fun?” He asked in a voice so low she barely heard it. A voice so soft it made her heart melt. She nodded, slightly twisting around in his embrace to look at him again. She couldn’t get enough of his face. She’d stay and study it for all of eternity if he let her.

"Have you ever seen brown zircon?” She suddenly asked out of nowhere. “It's a gemstone that looks like they made sparkly salted caramel bonbons from rock. They mine it in Tanzania, I think? Your eyes sparkle just like that." She grinned at the man beside her. "I can attest to that from this angle at least. It’s like the one scene in Aladdin! 'She's got these eyes, and this hair and…’ Ah oh god, what am I doing?" She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she was being. She found her face resting on his shoulder, completely content. His eyes never wavered from her face, listening closely to what she had to say.

Then Y/n watched her hand brush Damiano’s hair to the front, attempting to style it in a slightly different way. “Did you mean to look like Eren Yeager or was that some sort of subconscious coincidence? Not that it doesn’t look good, of course.”

“You watch Attack on Titan?” Dami looked down at her with surprise.

“No I don’t, but my friends do. So you learn the names of the people they yell at through the TV screen very quickly,” she laughed, remembering the way her friends would huddle in the living room, shouting at whatever the characters were doing wrong in their opinion.

“The more I get to know you, the more I’m convinced you’re my kinda woman, you know?” he mumbled, a smile grazing his lips. The more she looked at him, the more she felt her brain shutting off and her heart taking over. Or was it the high? She wasn’t interested in trying to differentiate.

Once again, he pushed the joint between her lips, holding the eye contact and it felt so much more intimate than it should have. It felt like her nerves were on fire. When he pulled his hand back again, she wanted to grab onto it, keep him in place, keep the moment.

I could stay in this forever, Y/n thought to herself.

"Also, I'm not religious by any means, but whatever God was responsible for creating you sure took their sweet time doing it…" The words spilled from her mouth before she realized she was talking, eyes flicking back and forth between his. "You know?"

She caught herself looking at his lips. A small blush grew on her face as she looked away. Staring out into the room, out at the people sitting next to them at other tables. Something distracting to take the rising heat off.

***

Damiano could feel his defenses wearing away. All ideas of staying away completely vanished into the smoke that lulled them in as he was holding her in his arms, her back leaning against his chest. He could feel her breathing, giggling at nothing at all, or maybe something Victoria had said but he hadn’t heard.

“If anyone’s been made by the angels, it’s you, amore,” he mumbled more to himself than anything, but she had heard him. Another chuckle running through her body. The atmosphere was fogging up his brain. He watched in amusement as he let a finger run up her arms, from her wrist to her upper arm where the fabric of her shirt began, and goosebumps appeared as if standing tall in a row. He tried it again on the other arm, getting the same result.

“What are you doing?”

She was turning around in his arms, just enough to look at him without removing herself from his embrace. He wondered if it was the dim light or if she was always this radiant. His hands travelled to the elastic that was holding her hair together and carefully removed it, eyes on her. Her hair fell around her face, framing it beautifully in its typically wild manner.

“I…” Her eyes seemed to twinkle as the light of the bar reflected back at him through them. “I don’t know.”

He looked away, suddenly insecure. What was he doing? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep his hands off her, now less than ever. He wanted her. Wanted her all to himself. Wanted to keep holding her like this forever. There was no denying that.

“You’re sweet.”

Her voice took a second to get through to him, but as it did, he turned his head as if in slow motion. All he had wanted to do was look at her again, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, her lips were on his.

***

All Y/n had done was lean forward to press a kiss against his cheek. Now their lips were meeting and she didn’t know how she had gotten there. She wanted to pull back - no, actually she didn’t. But she thought she should. Though the spirit was willin - to pull away, that was -, the flesh was weak. Delving deeper into his arms, she found herself kissing him like she meant it. Her hands found his chest, feeling the rising heat from his skin. Being closer to him than ever before was driving her crazy. His soft, warm lips against hers. Just the tiniest movements, as if he was afraid of breaking her. She let herself enjoy it. For a moment. That was all her brain allowed before switching back to the rational part. She pulled back in surprise.

She moved out of his embrace, stiffening at the contact. All of the twinkling lights of romance that had just appeared around them now popped as the kiss ended.

I just kissed my boss. I just fucking went and kissed Damiano! I am so, so fucked.

Yet, she couldn't deny that she wanted to kiss him again. And again, and again until they ran out of air to breathe. She looked back at him and the expression on his face said it all. His lids lowered, a small smile appearing on his face. Eyes twinkling in the soft light. He hadn’t wanted the kiss to end either. Either that or the weed was affecting him more than she had thought.

But as cold air started to seep in between them he blinked a couple of times, only now noticing that she had pulled away.

"Sorry - about that. I was trying to- I wasn't trying to kiss you. Well, I was - but not on the mouth. That would have been very forward of me. I would never. That's not me. I don't know how that happened - sorry." Y/n rambled on, unable to stop talking.

Damiano smirked, pecking her cheek. "Y/n, it's fine, you're fine. I turned my head and we kissed. It happens." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. As if this was some sort of common occurrence. As if she was panicking for nothing. Was she?

***

Damiano desperately tried to hide the turmoil inside of him. It happens?! Damiano, what the hell are you thinking! Not the right thing to say in this situation! Now it just looks like you’d kiss anyone, great. He looked down at his hands, fumbling with his rings. Trying to get his breathing back under control. He needed to be cool.

"I mean - not that I didn't enjoy it. You kiss good!"

You kiss good? What the? That wasn’t even English. He was well and truly losing his mind.

***

Y/n took a deep breath, sitting back in her seat, making sure not to be as close to Damiano as she had been before. Victoria and Thomas had migrated to get more drinks and Ethan was deeply entrenched in some conversation with a man next to him. Luckily the rest of the band hadn't seen what just happened. Grabbing her glass once more, the cold wet condensation gave a stark contrast to her warm skin.

The kiss still left a tingly feeling on her lips. Quickly looking at Damiano, she met his eyes. He had not looked away yet, it seemed. She watched as he bit his lip in contemplation. Whatever was playing on his mind, Y/n didn't know. His words left her believing he wasn’t quite as put together as he tried to pretend. He certainly wasn’t making much sense. Although, she wouldn’t dismiss his compliment of her kissing abilities. She wondered if he would think similarly if they did it again, or did more than that…

Her wandering thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud crash. The culprit was quickly spotted. The middle of the coffeeshop, which had been empty of people until then, now had Thomas lying on his front, surrounded by liquid and broken glass.

Y/n didn’t hesitate, jumping up to offer her aid. The worry only lasted for a second though, until Thomas turned on his back, giggling maniacally. She barely managed to kick some shards out of the way before he could roll onto them.

She let out a deep sigh at the state of the guitarist, before quickly apologizing to the people at the bar.

“Everyone help me grab Thomas, I think this is our sign to call it a night.”

***

Y/n thought she’d have an easy time going to sleep. The effects of the joint were lingering, plus, the day had just been plain exhausting. Yet, as her head hit the pillow, she felt restless. Her mind kept circling around Damiano. The way he had looked at her. The way he had looked in general. She had seen him basically naked at this point, but she still thought about how it would be different up close and personal. She wished she had been able to read his eyes more. Had he been thinking about the same things she had? Had he wanted to kiss her again and again, get lost in that bubbling excitement of finally being close, finally let his hands wander to new places? She wanted to pull his hair. See what kind of sound would leave his mouth when doing so.

She wanted his hands and his lips, all of him really, badly. She wanted to know what he felt like when he really kissed her. What his fingers would be able to do to her. Biting and moaning. She desperately needed some release, wishing it would come from him, but knowing there was no chance, at least not tonight. Her hand wandered between her legs as she let her mind run wild. Imagining it was him instead, letting his fingers run along the inside of her thighs, exploring every inch of her. How he would treat her just right, hit all the right spots, do so much better than her own fingers ever could. The words he’d whisper in her ear, seducing her with his mother tongue, breath fanning her skin. How he would kiss her senseless. Feeling the rhythm of their bodies take over. Watch his tattoos start to glisten with a sheen of sweat from what they would be doing.

She found her release almost embarrassingly quickly, burying her face in her pillow. Her body felt more at ease, although her heart was still craving something more. She had almost calmed down, getting her breathing back under control. In a moment of clarity, she checked her phone to see when she had to wake up the next day, when the sound of a moan caught her attention. One that definitely wasn’t her own, but seemed to come from the room next door.

Damiano’s room.

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