While their great wooden dice beat on the board.Īs I would question all, come all who can Īnd bring beauty's blind rambling celebrant Whose images, in the Great Memory stored,
Or shod in iron, climbed the narrow stairs, Rough men-at-arms, cross-gartered to the knees
O towards I have forgotten what - enough!Īn ancient bankrupt master of this house. He so bewitched the cards under his thumbĪ pack of hounds and not a pack of cards,Īnd followed up those baying creatures towards. Good fellows shuffled cards in an old bawn Īnd when that ancient ruffian's turn was on Strange, but the man who made the song was blind Īnd Helen has all living hearts betrayed.Īnd drove him drunk or sober through the dawnįrom somewhere in the neighbouring cottages. Rose from the table and declared it rightīut they mistook the brightness of the moonĪnd one was drowned in the great bog of Cloone. Or else by toasting her a score of times, Who'd lived somewhere upon that rocky place,Īnd certain men, being maddened by those rhymes, Some few remembered still when I was young French, and onceĪnd brought them in a little covered dish. Tree, like a sooty finger, starts from the earth īeyond that ridge lived Mrs. It seems that I must bid the Muse go pack, Or the humbler worm, I climbed Ben Bulben's backĪnd had the livelong summer day to spend. No, not in boyhood when with rod and fly, O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder singĪnd therefore I have sailed the seas and comeĬome from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,īut such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,įish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Those dying generations - at their song, In one another's arms, birds in the trees Its special sound as his strokes came harder and faster brought the whole master piece to a beautiful melodic end as the two lovers bath in the rain’s gentle mist… Her body was his loving piano, and as with the 88 keys of his magnificentīaldwin, the sensual areas of her equally magnificent body, when properly stroked, filled not only the bedroom but the whole house with the most glorious ****** notes known to man.Īfter a while the symphonic ****** builds as he masterfully impales her with his instrument of love coming into constant contact with the one special key of keys.
The dropsĬarried on the breeze through the playful dancing shears came through the other end as nothing more than refreshing cooling mist. Of raindrops splashing into uncovered metal buckets and cans. The loving melody continues with his touch now joined with the sound Of his hair as she eases her maestro’s head up tighter against her soft Silently giving thanks, to her creator for such an amazing instrument.īoth of her hands with long slender fingers tangled in the long dark locks Her ******* he fondled, licking and kissing, squeezing and rubbing. Smoothly rubbed added richness to her sensual sound driven by lust His soft loving fingers, moving them effortlessly,Ĭaressing her most sensual delicate keys…Each body part She was his instrument on which he placed Them open with the quiet richness of her melodies.Įach note of his gentle kisses leading her to a sensual abyss,Įasing her down from the edge, controlling her descent, to her goal.ĭown the swirling dark and light blends of the music rendered from her soul. He started gently around her ears softly prying His gentle fingers moved with sensual touch Length and breadth toward the waiting bed.
The cool evening breeze filled with a scent of approaching rain.Īs it passes through an open pane, to reach their