Your beloved is right here.
he lives in your own neighborhood.
HIS face is veiled. he hides behind screens calling for you,
while you search and lose yourself in the wilderness and the desert.
Cease looking for flowers, there blooms a garden in your own home.
While you go looking for trinkets, your treasure house awaits you
in your own being. There is no need for suffering, God is here!
We laid in heavenly quietness, prick and curt in holy junction, distilling, slobbering, and bedewing each other's mouths and privates, whilst the soft voluptuous pleasure was creeping through our limbs, bodies, and senses. She was in no hurry to wash out the muck. "Oh! I'm choking," said she after a time, "get off." "I won't" "Oh! do, my stays choke me when I lie down after food, I'm almost suffocated." I held fast. "If I get off, you won't let me do it stain. Yes,-yes I will." She jerked my prick out of her cunt, I got to the side of the bed, she sat up, and was about to get off, when I stopped her, and together we undid her stays, and took them off. "Let me wash now." 'No, you shan't, I've never yet fucked with my first sperm in you, let me now, there is a darling." She laughed, and fell back; then for a few minutes we kissed and toyed. Her magnificent breasts were now free, I buried my face between them, and kissed them rapturously; her moistened quiet I felt, and it drove me wild with desire; so gluing my mouth to hers I mounted her, and we were soon in Elysium again, Sarah enjoying her fuck in a way I thought from her cold-blooded manner previously she was quite incapable of, and there we laid, nestling cock and cunt together, till a slight sleep or doze overtook both of us. In a minute or two Sarah sprang up, and rushed to the basin. I lay still, contemplating her, and saying I would not wash my prick for a week, so that I might retain in the roots and its moistened fringe our mixed juices, the remnants of our first spend together. When she had washed, she laid down by the side of me. "Let's have a nap," said she. The wine seemed to be getting into her head more and more, though she was but in the slightest degree fuddled. I could not sleep. The sight of her breasts relieved from hq stays, the free manner in which she let her petticoats lay half up her thighs, the delight at finding her take pleasure in my embraces exulted me beyond measure. I joked and tickled her. "Let's see you naked." "You shan't." "Well, stand up, and let me see your limbs naked, take off your petticoats, even if you keep your chemise on." She was yielding, took petticoats off, but would do no more.
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