the bondage of a black dove (for ardlair)
wherever you may lurk,
know that
you inspired this post.
i hope i did not chase you away
with this sentiment.
but, i won't apologize for writing this
... or thinking this ...
or feeling this.
come back to us soon.
that stupid little photon box sailed into braveheart just as william wallace lay on that wooden block, crying "FREEDOM!" and then? and then, kindred one, i thought of you. a soul so far away, and yet so very close. i know not your name, the colour of your eyes, or even what you look like. still, it matters not, for i know the colour of your soul - and i have gazed into that tiniest part of your psyche which you have laid bare, here.
do you know, dearest, that you glow inside me this night? sublime images flash in my head, and through my heart. images and dreams. dreams and fantasies. i would give a great deal to see the look on your face, dearest, when these words tell you that i awoke with the taste of you on my lips, and on my tongue, and with sweet thoughts of you, glistening in those infinitesimal beads of sweat that trickled along my breast bone.
and so, my kindred beauty, i have freed a black dove from its bondage: unsealed some more dark truth, and unfurled a little more of my damaged, raven heart. it speaks in tongues, my bruised raven heart, tongues that i do not understand. understanding -- perhaps it's an illusion? or PERHAPS --- perhaps the illusion lies in that veil of mystique which you wear like a tight sheath? or, in the crisp chill of your tender aloofness?
or the illusion?
though so very far from you,
i feel you, my sweet
-- a most delicious, enigmatic and kindred spirit --
i feel you
i dream of you
that's all. i just wanted you to know.
-THE END-
It is Croak getting it together! Right! Now I know how to I just wanted to say to you how moving and articulate this piece of seat wetting erotica is. We all wish for a little Ardlair in our life and there is something in the exotic Scots or the erotic notion of his appreciation for women. You did this so well and as a frog of note I want to visit more often.
Posted by Anonymous | 9/9/06 02:10
dear croak;
thanx for your kind words. they actually got me to the thinking that led to this reposting. i wondered when i first posted this if it wasn't too over-the-top. but ... oh well ... it is.
:D
Posted by velvet acid tongue | 9/9/06 02:14
/bark bark bark
one more try here, first time you posted this blogger ate my own little ditty on ardlair grrrrherherhaha
but i like the flower metaphors velvy.
/grrr
Posted by Anonymous | 9/9/06 12:10
awwwww k9 .... grrrrr indeed ... i am not impressed with this beta blogger thang!
thanx for coming by ...
Posted by velvet acid tongue | 9/9/06 14:01
SQUAWK!!! SCREECH!
death to beta blogger.
it tossed my comment to the winds and the poor thing had no wings.
let's see if i can find my wits and say it again...
lovely post.
provocative.
gutsy.
how many "crushes" have many of us had on other bloggers? how real are they - what kind of phenonomen (sp) is this>
someone should do a study and write a book.
flap/flap/swoosh
Posted by Anonymous | 9/9/06 20:09
about the comments ... the fatalist in me has, for some time, forced me to highlight and copy my comments b4 pushing the publish comment button. just a thought - since i expect things to fuck up, i try to have a backup plan ... lol.
crushes ... i have not had a crush on any other bloggers ... the rare times i get a crush is when i encounter someone a lot like lupin ... i think ardlair represents that james bond sort of character we all desire somewhat.
interesting tho ... these internet crushes ... coz ... what does attract us, considering you can't see the person. like ... this is the first time i have developed a crush on somone whom i have not seen physically. that, indeed, is very interesting.
Posted by velvet acid tongue | 10/9/06 01:31
Huh,
I thought ol Ardy would have made his mark here.
I guess something big happened.
We gotta let him go maybe...
About the post up there:
DID you KNOW i once painted my own vagina as a not so cleverly disguised rose?
I gave that one away too, and did not even get a picture.
Posted by Lady Dame | 14/9/06 10:40
PS
blogger calls me lovelyand here not
INFINITESIMAL
Posted by Lady Dame | 14/9/06 10:40
infinitely lovely ... lol ... yes i fear u r right about ardlair. oh well. he will miss out! but, seriously, i hope nothing bigtime bad happened to him. i think i saw him lurking when i looked at my sitemeter visits ... anyway, he'll come home when he's hungry, lol.
i am sure that georgia o'keeffe was painting genitalia and just denying it was anything other than a flower. hard to believe some of her stuff is 100 yrs old.
Posted by velvet acid tongue | 14/9/06 11:48
Oh HO!
Sitemeter got you too huh???
SEEEEE???
not so bad after all.
makes you feel loved when it seems like nobody has come by!
infini
Posted by Anonymous | 14/9/06 22:41
sitemeter ... yes ... its all about ME afterall, isn't it ... and everyone else is data mining so i figure i may as well join in ... i admit its an ego stroking thing ... but mine sitemeter orgasms are always private ... as in only i get to see all the details about my visitors.
Posted by velvet acid tongue | 15/9/06 02:00
right right of course, mine are private too. Nobody else can see who came by.
HOW do you make the city dissappear though? Like so it just says: "United States" without the state? That's what I wanna know.
Posted by Lady Dame | 16/9/06 11:32