Sitting silently alone, they sit next to you, resting their head on your shoulder. Blissful minutes seems like hours, passed with comfortable silence. ‘I love you’. ‘I love you too’ and never was a truer word spoken.

Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull

Start not -nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.

I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee;
I died: let earth my bones resign:
Fill up -thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.

Better to hold the sparkling grape
Than nurse the earthworm’s slimy brood,
And circle in the goblet’s shape
The drink of gods than reptile’s food.

Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,
In aid of others’ let me shine;
And when, alas! our brains are gone,
What nobler substitute than wine?

Quaff while thou canst; another race,
When thou and thine like me are sped,
May rescue thee from earth’s embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.

Why not -since through life’s little day
Our heads such sad effects produce?
Redeemed from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs to be of use.

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Followers today, lost 2 of them before my story tho I’m not surprised if I loose a few more. It’s not exactly to everyones taste >.< but still, You don’t have to read it! I will love if you do, but don feel obliged to. I know erotic fiction isn’t for everyone.