- The Courtesan
The Courtesan. My Courtesan. Personal, Exclusive, Illicit. My Paramour.
Need I speak the obvious? Need I say what is right, and just? Need I love you, beg you, plead you? Need I say how much I need you? Need I sit and wait and breath while thinking if you ever leave I’ll jump the cliff, I’ll hold my breath beneath the fathoms greeting death, as all the pain I’ll feel twice over won't even half the pain you’ve chosen to deliver unto my heart, my soul - it makes my chest grow cold. I lose vitality to the thought of losing what I never bought, as you were mine right from the start when we first met ‘twas death to part - our company - our touch - our lips, to linger on that magick kiss of that from which my faith does lie for should you leave I’ll know the lie for what was, so untrue a tale, for one who’s love forbid the sale. And now an evil twin does hearken, unto my very soul does darken – such moods, why brood? Over such topics - trading desert sands and tropics, fields of grains, the trees and plains - country and city – I see no pity! for yours is all I need and more; Love conquers all forevermore; such feelings brought on all the more by such a vixen paramour as is the moon to my own sun- this tragedy's all but begun; to choose the day, the night, or both, or as the raven dare I quoth, should be that all is nevermore, should be that all is trivial - a bore.
To choose is hard – the hardest yet, a choice I shall not soon forget, but the dilemma to which I fret is doing so without regret for what I’ve done to whom I owe, to whose own arms I do bestow my trust, my heart, my soul, above all else to whom I give my love; The Courtesan, personal and sweet, so private, so perfect, angelic – petit; or do I choose her other half, The Paramour- 'tis she who laughs at my decisions, problems, choices, quell, i must, the mocking voices, for this one too is just as sweet as nice as calm, collected, neat; so small, so precious, so beautiful in all ways I know possible; whose virgin heart should I possess for surely the other I will covet; to want, to own, to have and hold I wish I may, might be so bold as to have both – not have to leave her, or should they decide that I get neither; I love both worlds one real one true what of my fate? What do I do? Is this requited sentiment? Or is this all for naught, just spent on useless feelings for what I want the most in life but find I won’t receive my dues, whom do I choose? Whom do I grasp? Whom do I lose?
My heart is set to make me yearn, my soul set too to let me burn;
For I cannot, but choose I must a Courtesan's love or a Paramour's lust. -Wyntermute
Unfaithful
I kiss your lips. And under my watchful, careful, practiced laps and licks your body writhes, arches, and dips and gyrating furiously your neck and your hips you emit high-pitched muffled sounds. Satisfied with my work you look around, and down, and I stop my work and look up, at the one I’ve grown to lust after and love, and think to myself is this enough and the answer I find in no. So back to my previous stance go, and you continue the blissful noises, forever moving – different poises tell me what I want to know about the next place that I must go, or where to pay a special visit; I must say the night’s been quite exquisite, for this is but our first kiss in this way, our lips have met and with them I will stay for the ambience surely is screaming my name, as you are vocally and it’s all the same that you do. For now comes the flood and the rush; the muscle contractions that tell me so much. They tell me that my work is here is almost complete, that your stores of energy I did deplete, and now you lie still, and waiting for me, and I rise to you for your face I must see, for your eyes, lips, and hair are so pleasing to me, but this time as I kiss your lips I must be near your face, nearer so, so that I may replace the previous absence of other attention, for too long your lips have been subject to mere mention, and you I have served and you made complete, the overall countenance pleasant and sweet. This moment have I dreamed of night after night, after endless, eternal, and infinite night, I dreamed of this night of all nights when I might be of such use to you as to lessen your plight, your dilemma, your quandary, lack of heated passion, that only I could provide you in such fashion as you’d only dreamt of but never been done to but now ‘tis I who have come and undone you and you came when I came, yet we not together, for once I came, you came; so right for each other, such blissful contentment and absolute supplement and for all the years to come I must but comment that this night I’ve dreamt of for so long be realized ‘tis you I hold with most regard for in your eyes I looked as a child and grew to adore and this absence between us makes me want you more and it is this absence above all I abhor for you as a friend is what I had lived for, and now that I’ve not you and come to see plain just what I’d missed when with you, and over again if I could relive my years and know this outcome, I would so long ago have tried giving you some, for now I see my future and my present too, and you are not in it, I know not what to do, for in your absence I see the missing fragment essential to my absolute verve, I grow stagnant and stale and I know it is without your presence that my essence is being reduced to its essence …
Mere words cannot convey what I have to bear, cannot tell you or give you my height of despair; so it is to the future I turn my glance present in an attempt to make my soul much more quiescent I must satisfy my anguish with the dream that I dreamt where was dreaming you and I a scene that was growing and building and budding to this – the moment I first dreamt of our very first kiss, but not such lips as the normal kiss would say, for these lips, I envisage, seldom see light of day, and with these lips and those lips our kiss is complete, and tonight is the night I grant you pleasant sleep into which you fall deeper and think in between the lines of my dream’s dreaming and compose your own dream, and compose your own scene and compose your regrets and compose your disquietude, vim, and distress, for once all this is realized then my dream’s come true; for I’ve realized myself with inseparable you. For this marvel I reserve only my mind, and if you’ve the courage to venture and find the fruits of my passions I’ll leave you with this: Look for the passage that starts with a kiss, for one to which all other dreams doth eclipse, a passionate reverie that begins thus with this: I kiss your lips.-Wyntermute
About Me
well, let's see. I'm 22. Umm, I moved to Florence from London, England. I'm into a lot of diverse music and movies; I have the best friends in the world (see my top 24,000) and .... I am a song writer and poet, among other things (such as a web-page designer and baller nevermind). Sarcastic, witty, funny, debonaire... so-so in the looks department. Oh, and I'm humble too. [Also, I am very proud of my faith and my religion - if you wish to learn about either, ask me anytime, but if you do so, do so with no ill intentions and keep an open mind]. the 118C crew is the best in the world; they're my brothers. But wait, this is supposed to be about me, not my friends...lets see...
I go to Florence Darlington Technical College and my major is computer technology (Information Systems) with a concentration in Networking. I'm almost done.
I love Mary Jane .
I have two younger sisters who are cool as hell. That's pretty much it. There will be more to come later - my profile used to be the definition of awesome, but all my shit got erased, so now i have to start everything all over again. So yeah, more to come, and uh... be easy.
On aim i am coldfuzhion -M. You have a sexual IQ of 157
When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends.
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Your sexual hidden talent is your ability to use your mouth. You are incredibly sensual, a great kisser and a seductive lover. You drive all of your partners crazy with your mouth.
Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com Are You A Sex God?Hark - the oracle speaks! A bolt of lightning falls from the sky! SHAZAAM! As the smoke clears, the hidden deity in you emerges and is revealed to be:
ZEUS, God of Thunder. Like a ten-megaton bomb, you drop from the sky and into the arms of your lovers. Seduction is not just a simple game for you, it's a way of life. With your handsome looks and masculine charms, you wow the ladies until all resistance has worn away. As ruler of the gods, you like to remain in control of your relationships. From casual discussions to techniques in the bedroom, you like to call the shots. You may have many admirers, but you might tend to fall a little short on some virtues -- such as fidelity. Your mind wanders at the slightest provocation. You have been known to have several women on your mind (and in your bed) at once. But, hey, with such powerful feelings thundering inside, you need to spread your love around, right? What's certain is that once you get busy, your godly nature starts working overtime. As you perform your magic, that special someone will know exactly why they call you a true sex god.