gri_2003_m_46_b02_f08_013
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- 65465461 - gailkoelker
- 65505315 - WiltedLotus
- 65516953 - not-logged-in-3bf87ac3b8a547df871f
- 65592712 - sue.hancock3ntlworld.com
- 65594307 - ChiaraK
- WINNER - 65633094 - Emmaxangel1

65465461 - gailkoelker
For SylviaThrobbing with the transferred pulse
The means of love-that bone of flesh
Points to the idee-fixe of beauty
With momentary pageant.
Langour and contraposto
In the throne of Fragonard
Make orchards of desire
In the lovers' closing, parting eyes.
Pulled out from tendons past the knee
The will of love externalized
Departs in generous confusion.
This is the moment of the pear
Which may be waited for all night
And ambushed at perfection.
23 viii 1949
Lawrence
65505315 - WiltedLotus
For SylviaThrobbing with the transferred pulse
The means of love - that bone of flesh
Points to the idee-fixe of beauty
With momentry pageant.
Langour and contraposto
In the throne of Fragonard
Make orchards of desire
In the lovers' closing, parting eyes.
Pulled out from tendons past the knee
The will of love externalised
Departs in generous confusion.
This is the moment of the pear
Which may be waited for all night
And ambushed at perfection.
23 viii 1949
Lawrence
65516953 - not-logged-in-3bf87ac3b8a547df871f
For SylviaThrobbing with the transferred pulse
The means of love - that bone of flesh
Points to the idea-fixe of beauty
With momentary pageant.
Languor and contraposto
In the throne of Fragonard
Make orchards of desire
In the lover's closing, parting eyes.
Pulled out from tendons past the knee
The will of love externalised
Departs in generous confusion.
This is the moment of the pear
Which may be waited for all night
And ambushed at perfection.
223 viii 1949
Lawerce
65592712 - sue.hancock3ntlworld.com
For SylviaThrobbing with the transferred pulse
The means of love - that bone of flesh
Points to the idee - fixe of beauty
With momentary pageant.
Langour and contraposto
In the throne of Fragonard
Make orchards of desire
In the lovers' closing, parting eyes.
Pulled out from tendons past the knee
The will of love extremelised
Departs in generous confusion.
This is the moment of the pear
Which may be waited for all night
And ambushed at perfection.
23 viii 1949
Lawrence
65594307 - ChiaraK
For SylviaThrobbing with the transferred pulse
The means of love - that bone of flesh
Points to the idee-fixe of beauty
With momentary pageant.
Langour and contraposto
In the throne of Fragonard
Make orchards of desire
In the lovers' closing, parting eyes.
Pulled out from tendons past the knee
The will of love externalised
Departs in generous confusion.
This is the moment of pear
Which may be waited for all night
And ambushed at perfection.
23 viii 1949
Lawrence
WINNER - 65633094 - Emmaxangel1
For SylviaThrobbing with the transferred pulse The means of love - that bone of flesh points to the idee-fixe of beauty with momentary pageant.
Langour and contraposto
In the thorne of Fragonard
Make orchards of desire
In the lovers' closing, parting eyes.
Pulled out from tendons past the knee
the will of love externalised
Departs in generous confusion. This is the moment of the pear which may be waited for all night and ambushed at perfection.
23 viii 1949
Lawrence