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| Don Ricchilino |
Hide in forbidden oasis and bathe in fresh rivers under the palm trees,
Quench our thirst with heady wines, Satiate our appetites with goat cheese, dates and grapes,
Sleep on thick carpets under the golden moonlight surrounded by dromedaries and sheep,
My hips swaying to the sound of the nay and the darbuqqa,
Frankincense mingling with our dizzying carnal scents under the tent,
My wet lips on the flute playing its soothing rhythm to tame your insatiable snake.
8 comments:
Very persuasive, Frenchy. Very persuasive.
I hit "play" on the nay / darbuqqa video, turned the volume down, and scrolled down 'til it was out of sight, leaving only the text. It was a little magic carpet ride, to be sure.
I can smell the heady spice, I can hear the beat of drums, I can taste the sweetness and feel the burn of sultry passion.
This is so beautifully evocative, Frenchy. May you keep dreaming and sharing those with dreams with the rest of us... xxx
"My wet lips on the flute playing its soothing rhythm to tame your insatiable snake."
:O
*gulp*
Whew! I need a cigarette.
oh my wow! very nice.
ConTemplate - I'm glad if I was LOL!
Case - Welcome! And this is exactly what I was expecting readers to do. I'm happy you enjoyed the ride :)
Cheeky - Some dreams are from the past, some new dreams are to be dreamt.
Hedone - A cigarette! LOL!
Autumn - Thank you, my dear!
Yes let's fly to the wonderful place that you have described!
Slowburn - Shall we? :)
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