Oct 5, 2012

Not invented here



His slender arms, his soft and supple back,
His tapered sides – all tightly smooth and white 
He stroked, and asked for favours at his neck...


His snowish throat, his breast so tight and light;
Thus in this heaven he took his delight,
And smothered him with kisses upon kisses,
Till gradually he came to learn where bliss is...

...Who wrote this?

Geoffrey Chaucer, almost (why?)

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