I only have one night off this week and I had planned on getting some writing done after I finished my housework, but I got distracted <listening to poetry>, <looking at post cards>, <reading blogs…and blogs…and more blogs>.  I found <some sexy lingerie>, < some funny porn> and this…

Cheers,

sss

Pigtail braids almost

Hide your beautiful nipples

I want you so bad

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3 poems for ♀ on Robbie Burns Day

A Red, Red Rose

[Hear Red, Red Rose]
1794
Type: Poem

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

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My Girl She’s Airy

Fragment
1784
Type: Song
Tune: Black Jock.

My girl she’s airy, she’s buxom and gay;
Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;
A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
She’s always good natur’d, good humour’d, and free;
She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
I never am happy when out of her sight.

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Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair

1793
Type: Song
Tune: The Quaker’s Wife.

Thine am I, my faithful Fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Ev’ry pulse along my veins,
Ev’ry roving fancy.
To thy bosom lay my heart,
There to throb and languish;
Tho’ despair had wrung its core,
That would heal its anguish.

Take away those rosy lips,
Rich with balmy treasure;
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with pleasure!
What is life when wanting Love?
Night without a morning:
Love’s the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.