vagantes
07-23-2009, 03:25 PM
Mademoiselle Olympe Bijou had the exquisite face with innocent eyes that Raphael found for his virgins ..... The Baron was seized in the taloned grip of sensuality like a hunter sighting his game. "And", Josepha whispered , "it's guaranteed mint-new".
Balzac : Cousin Bette.
Mr Howard drove me home out of the orchard.
I was twelve. He touched me under my skirt.
The apples spilled out under the seat
Gently bruising their soft velvet skins.
His wife would never know he drove
One-handed with me, my blouse open to the sun,
Or that as I had sat drinking my lemonade
At her table, I had wanted it to happen.
Balzac : Cousin Bette.
Mr Howard drove me home out of the orchard.
I was twelve. He touched me under my skirt.
The apples spilled out under the seat
Gently bruising their soft velvet skins.
His wife would never know he drove
One-handed with me, my blouse open to the sun,
Or that as I had sat drinking my lemonade
At her table, I had wanted it to happen.