Whispering the writings of Sappho of Mitylene:


"He seems to me, that one, equal to the gods,

The man fixed there, who sits opposite you

And hears close by your sweet voice

And delightful laugh, which once

Shook the soul in my breast.

For as I look on you,

My voice yields no sound,

Gasping, my silent tongue shivers,

A thin fire runs in under my skin,

In my eyes there is no sight,

My ears pound and throb,

A chill sweat runs over me,

Trembling seizes me all over,

Paler than the reeds am I,

And, weakened, I seem little short of dying.

But all must be endured...."

Lily Haas "Chirpy flower" Rabid - 13 years, 10 months, 19 days ago

" I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life... I wanted to live so sturdily and so Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life... to drive life into a corner to know it by experience and be able to give an account of it in my next excursion." H.D.T.
Lily Haas "Chirpy flower" Rabid - 14 years, 18 days ago

A lingering caress...

Light dancing across the curves of the belly, trailing down in spiral kisses that seek unknown pleasure. You pause for a moment unaware of the attention... A wrapped warming heat penetrates the beyond and all you do is weep lovingly into the folds...

When all I want is to be pushed up against the wall and ravaged beyond time and space - how very disappointing for us both.
Lily Haas "Chirpy flower" Rabid - 14 years, 20 days ago

"Where True Love Burns, desire is Love's pure flame:
It is the reflex of our earthly frame.
That takes its meaning from the noblest part;
And but translates the language of the heart" . - S.T.C
Lily Haas "Chirpy flower" Rabid - 14 years, 1 month, 3 days ago

I looked upon the face of death, and smiled a simple smile - he wanted me in a warm embrace - all I wanted was a drink. Have you ever noticed that when you are oblivious to the world, the world comes beating down your door - yet when you want to scream out to the world that you are here, naked in the night sky begging for the world to notice, the sun rises without a murmur from anyone.

Ramble, ramble, ramble....
Lily Haas "Chirpy flower" Rabid - 14 years, 1 month, 4 days ago