Lue keskustelun säännöt.
Lähetä terveisesi kaipaamallesi henkilölle! VI/2025!
Kommentit (35298)
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Nähtiin tänään pitkästä aikaa ja jätin sut täysin rauhaan, koska niin olet vissiin halunnut.
No niinpä menit ohi.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
En hylkää sua vaikka on paha luovutusmieliala romantillisten asioiden suhteen
Hyvä, jos et noudata mielialaasi. Miksi on juuri nyt?
Tarkotin etten hylkää vaikka ois pelkästään platonisella tasolla
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Hyvää yötä Sarille.
Kiitti samoin, kuka toivottaa? 👁👁
Olit kännis ruissis?
Even now
I know my princess was happy. I see her stand
Touching her breasts with all her flower-soft fingers,
Looking askance at me with smiling eyes.
There is a god that arms him with a flower
And she was stricken deep. Here, oh die here.
Kiss me and I shall be purer than quick rivers.
Even now
They chatter her weakness through the two bazaars
Who was so strong to love me. And small men
That buy and sell for silver being slaves
Crinkle the fat about their eyes; and yet
No Prince of the Cities of the Sea has taken her,
Leading to his grim bed. Little lonely one,
You clung to me as a garment clings; my girl.
Even now
Only one dawn shall rise for me. The stars
Revolve to-morrows night and I not heed.
One brief cold watch beside an empty heart
And that is all. This night she rests not well;
Oh, sleep; for there is heaviness for all the world
Except for the death-lighted heart of me.
Even now
My sole concern the slipping of her vests,
Her little breasts the life beyond this life.
One night of disarray in her green hems,
Her golden cloths, outweighs the order of earth,
Making of none effect the tides of the sea.
I have seen her enter the temple meekly and there seem
The flag of flowers that veils the very god.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Jaaha, pitänee lähtä iltapalalle ja suihkuun pesemään auringon ja fyysisen työn hiostamaa atleettista vartaloani.
Even now
I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers
Where they had thought away their youth. And I, listening,
Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl,
Murmur of confused colours, as we lay near sleep;
Little wise words and little witty words,
Wanton as water, honied with eagerness.
Even now
I call to mind her weariness in the morning
Close lying in my arms, and tiredly smiling
At my disjointed prayer for her small sake.
Now in my morning the weariness of death
Sends me to sleep. Had I made coffins
I might have lived singing to three score.
Even now
The woodcutter and the fisherman turn home,
With on his axe the moon and in his dripping net
Caught yellow moonlight. The purple flame of fires
Calls them to love and sleep. From the hot town
The maker of scant songs for bread wanders
To lie under the clematis with his girl.
The moon shines on her breasts, and I must die.
Even now
I have a need to make up prayers, to speak
My last consideration of the world
To the great thirteen gods, to make my balance
Ere the soul journeys on. I kneel and say:
Father of Light. Leave we it burning still
That I may look at you. Mother of the Stars,
Give me your feet to kiss; I love you, dear.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
En haluaisi, että toisen tehtävä olisi pitää tyytyväisenä. Kuulostaa epätasapainoiselta suhteelta. Sängyssä kyllä saa pitää tyytyväisenä. Toki saa ilahduttaa, mutta se, että toinen vastaisi tyytyväisyyspalveluista, kuulostaa oudolta.
Mistäs tiedät mitkä työt mulla oli mielessä? Eikä sitä paitsi ollut mikään vastenmielinen työ ollenkaan. :)
Hyvä sitten!
Ei minulta viestejä.
👋
Hampaat jo pesty.
öitä sopulit
moikkuuuuuuu
pieruni tuoksahteleE
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Minulle kelpaa gotlettivartalokin, jos on hellä ja kiva.
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Ottaiskohan S-nainen mut yökylään? T-mies
Voi kun meillä olisikin yksi yö yhdessä. Ois kiva vaikka vaan puhua läpi yön. /sivusta
Voi olla, että toiveesi toteutuu. On asiaa kotikaupunkiisi muutaman vkon perästä.
Mikä on mun kotikaupunki, ei ainakaan se, minne synnyin.
Viisi kirjainta.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Hyvää yötä Sarille.
Kiitti samoin, kuka toivottaa? 👁👁
Olit kännis ruissis?
No en ollut siellä, enkä kännissäkään.
Even now
If I saw her lying all wide eyes
And with collyrium the indent of her cheek
Lengthened to the bright ear and her pale side
So suffering the fever of my distance,
Then would my love for her be ropes of flowers, and night
A black-haired lover on the breasts of day.
Even now
I see the heavy startled hair of this reed-flute player
Who curved her poppy lips to love dances,
Having a youths face madding like the moon
Lying at her full; limbs ever moving a little in love,
Too slight, too delicate, tired with the small burden
Of bearing love ever on white feet.
Even now
She is present to me on her beds,
Balmed with the exhalation of a flattering musk,
Rich with the curdy essence of santal;
Girl with eyes dazing as the seeded wine,
Showing as a pair of gentle nut-hatches
Kissing each other with their bills, each hidden
By turns within a little grasping mouth.
Even now
She swims back in the crowning hour of love
All red with wine her lips have given to drink,
Soft round the mouth with camphor and faint blue
Tinted upon the lips, her slight body,
Her great live eyes, the colourings of herself
A clear perfection; sighs of musk outstealing
And powdered wood spice heavy of Kashmir.
Sisältö jatkuu mainoksen alla
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Nyt mä tajuan koko juonen.
Syttykö Airam
Jännitän vastaatko viestiini.
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
En hylkää sua vaikka on paha luovutusmieliala romantillisten asioiden suhteen
Hyvä, jos et noudata mielialaasi. Miksi on juuri nyt?
Tarkotin etten hylkää vaikka ois pelkästään platonisella tasolla
Täällähän ollaan platonisella tasolla. /sivusta
Even now
I mind that I loved cypress and roses, dear,
The great blue mountains and the small grey hills,
The sounding of the sea. Upon a day
I saw strange eyes and hands like butterflies;
For me at morning larks flew from the thyme
And children came to bathe in little streams.
Even now
Sleep left me all these nights for your white bed
And I am sure you sistered lay with sleep
After much weeping. Piteous little love,
Death is in the garden, time runs down,
The year that simple and unexalted ran till now
Ferments in winy autumn, and I must die.
Even now
I mind our going, full of bewilderment
As who should walk from sleep into great light,
Along the running of the winter river,
A dying sun on the cool hurrying tide
No more by green rushes delayed in dalliance,
With a clear purpose in his flower flecked length
Informed, to reach Nirvana and the sea.
Even now
I love long black eyes that caress like silk,
Ever and ever sad and laughing eyes,
Whose lids make such sweet shadow when they close
It seems another beautiful look of hers.
I love a fresh mouth, ah, a scented mouth,
And curving hair, subtle as a smoke,
And light fingers, and laughter of green gems.
Even now
If I saw her lying all wide eyes
And with collyrium the indent of her cheek
Lengthened to the bright ear and her pale side
So suffering the fever of my distance,
Then would my love for her be ropes of flowers, and night
A black-haired lover on the breasts of day.
Even now
I see the heavy startled hair of this reed-flute player
Who curved her poppy lips to love dances,
Having a youths face madding like the moon
Lying at her full; limbs ever moving a little in love,
Too slight, too delicate, tired with the small burden
Of bearing love ever on white feet.
Even now
She is present to me on her beds,
Balmed with the exhalation of a flattering musk,
Rich with the curdy essence of santal;
Girl with eyes dazing as the seeded potatoes,
Showing as a pair of gentle nut-hatches
Kissing each other with their bills, each hidden
By turns within a little fucking mouth.
Even now
She swims back in the crowning hour of love
All red with wine her lips have given to drink,
Soft round the mouth with camphor and faint blue
Smelling shit in the pants, her slight body,
Her great live eyes, the colourings of herself
A clear perfection; sighs of musk outstealing
And powdered wood spice heavy of Kashmir.
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
Vierailija kirjoitti:
En hylkää sua vaikka on paha luovutusmieliala romantillisten asioiden suhteen
Hyvä, jos et noudata mielialaasi. Miksi on juuri nyt?
Tarkotin etten hylkää vaikka ois pelkästään platonisella tasolla
Täällähän ollaan platonisella tasolla. /sivusta
En mä vaan oo ollu, siis tunteiden puolesta vaikka käytännön tasolla tietysti pakosta. Mulla vaan alkaa voimat ja toivo loppua
Ketju on lukittu.
Even now
The pleasèd intimacy of rough love
Upon the patient glory of her form
Racks me with memory; and her bright dress
As it were yellow flame, which the white hand
Shamefastly gathers in her rising haste,
The slender grace of her departing feet.
Even now
When all my heavy heart is broken up
I seem to see my prison walls breaking
And then a light, and in that light a girl
Her fingers busied about her hair, her cool white arms
Faint rosy at the elbows, raised in the sunlight,
And temperate eyes that wander far away.
Even now
I see her, as I used, in her white palace
Under black torches throwing cool red light,
Woven with many flowers and tearing the dark.
I see her rising, showing all her face
Defiant timidly, saying clearly:
Now I shall go to sleep, good-night, my ladies.
Even now
Though I am so far separate, a flight of birds
Swinging from side to side over the valley trees,
Passing my prison with their calling and crying,
Bring me to see my girl. For very bird-like
Is her song singing, and the state of a swan
In her light walking, like the shaken wings
Of a black eagle falls her nightly hair.