<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I blew the dust of his black velvet wings…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He touched me firstly in the sunlight…<br> I touched him secondly on that moonlit night.<br> Thirdly; he then touched that red velvet velour.<br> It was then I'd lost count and we sang, amour…<br> amour… Amour…! <br> <br>Like coupled moths we went passionately mad.<br> It was then I blew the dust of his black velvet wings...<br> O' then my heart and soul danced pattern-plaid.<br> In the weft of his dark pale limbs fittings<br> O' it was then I became his sun burning pleasure.<br> The moonlight I shivered longing lost to become her.<br> And then we rolled all day and night long—together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Heathcote">Mark Heathcote</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455118" data-title="I blew the dust of his black velvet wings… de Mark Heathcote" data-description="He touched me firstly in the sunlight… I touched him secondly on that moonlit night. Thirdly; he then touched that red velvet velour. It was then I'd lost count and we sang, amour… amour… Amour…! Like coupled moths we went passionat..."></div> </div> </div>

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