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By *oubyLover OP Woman
over a year ago

East Yorkshire

A quote from The Prophet someone pointed me towards. It may say it's about love however I read the foundations of a D/s dynamic into it.

When love beckons to you, follow him

Though his ways are hard and steep

And when his wings enfold you yield to him

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you

And when he speaks to you believe in him

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you

Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself

He threshes you to make you naked

He sifts you to free you from your husks

He grinds you to whiteness

He kneads you until you are pliant

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast

Oh my...I feel a little flush...and not just on my face...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"A quote from The Prophet someone pointed me towards. It may say it's about love however I read the foundations of a D/s dynamic into it.

When love beckons to you, follow him

Though his ways are hard and steep

And when his wings enfold you yield to him

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you

And when he speaks to you believe in him

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you

Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself

He threshes you to make you naked

He sifts you to free you from your husks

He grinds you to whiteness

He kneads you until you are pliant

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast

Oh my...I feel a little flush...and not just on my face...

I’m with you on the flushing

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By *oubyLover OP Woman
over a year ago

East Yorkshire

Oh my...I feel a little flush...and not just on my face...

I’m with you on the flushing "

I like the quote in your update

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over a year ago

Oh my...I feel a little flush...and not just on my face...

I’m with you on the flushing

I like the quote in your update

Thanks!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Very hands on kind of guy apparently wish I could get a review like that. Bet he makes a killing on fab lol

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By *icentiousCouple
over a year ago

Up on them there hills

Might do...

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By *risky_MareWoman
over a year ago

...Up on the Downs

Oh my...I feel a little flush...and not just on my face...

I’m with you on the flushing

I like the quote in your update

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By *icentiousCouple
over a year ago

Up on them there hills

There is another passage, it’s not from Almeara??? About something like “talk to me about passion”

Gosh I’m going to have to revisit the book now !!!

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By *oubyLover OP Woman
over a year ago

East Yorkshire

"There is another passage, it’s not from Almeara??? About something like “talk to me about passion”

Gosh I’m going to have to revisit the book now !!!"

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.

For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing;

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

Yep this resonates too - a peacemaker in my soul...oh my

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By *icentiousCouple
over a year ago

Up on them there hills

"There is another passage, it’s not from Almeara??? About something like “talk to me about passion”

Gosh I’m going to have to revisit the book now !!!

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?

For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing;

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

Yep this resonates too - a peacemaker in my soul...oh my

Thank you lady

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Catullus is my favourite

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?

nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

(There are varying translations but I love this one...)

I love and hate, it hurts. And if you ask me why I cannot say. But I feel my very senses rooted in eternal torture

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By *oubyLover OP Woman
over a year ago

East Yorkshire

"Catullus is my favourite

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?

nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

(There are varying translations but I love this one...)

I love and hate, it hurts. And if you ask me why I cannot say. But I feel my very senses rooted in eternal torture"

I like it

Some people have a deep need to feel and only pain will satisfy the intensity desired

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Oh Catullus was intense alright. He was completely obsessed with this woman Lesbia and wrote loads of poems about her, getting darker as she rejected him. And I thought some messages I got in here after turning guys down was bad!:

I send Lesbia this valediction,

succinctly discourteous:

live with your three hundred lovers

open your legs to them all (simultaneously)

lovelessly dragging the guts out of each of them

each time you do it,

blind to the love I had for you

once, and that you, tart, wantonly crushed

as the passing plough-blade slashes the flower

at the field's edge.

Oh he also wrote a poem to two men that had offended him, beginning and ending with the glorious line...

"I will sodomise and facefuck you"

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By *oubyLover OP Woman
over a year ago

East Yorkshire

"Oh Catullus was intense alright. He was completely obsessed with this woman Lesbia and wrote loads of poems about her, getting darker as she rejected him. And I thought some messages I got in here after turning guys down was bad!:

I send Lesbia this valediction,

succinctly discourteous:

live with your three hundred lovers

open your legs to them all (simultaneously)

lovelessly dragging the guts out of each of them

each time you do it,

blind to the love I had for you

once, and that you, tart, wantonly crushed

as the passing plough-blade slashes the flower

at the field's edge.

Oh he also wrote a poem to two men that had offended him, beginning and ending with the glorious line...

"I will sodomise and facefuck you"

I'm sure that blokes on fab

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I send Lesbia this valediction,

succinctly discourteous:

live with your three hundred lovers

open your legs to them all (simultaneously)

lovelessly dragging the guts out of each of them

each time you do it,

blind to the love I had for you

once, and that you, tart, wantonly crushed

as the passing plough-blade slashes the flower

at the field's edge.

Oh he also wrote a poem to two men that had offended him, beginning and ending with the glorious line...

"I will sodomise and facefuck you"

I'm sure that blokes on fab

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