back changes name. (With sudden fervour.) For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the hand that rules...?
the voice of kitty
(In the thicket.) Show us one of them cushions.
the voice of florry
Here.
the voice of lynch
(In the thicket.) Whew! Piping hot!
the voice of zoe
(From the thicket.) Came from a hot place.
the voice of virag
(A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) Hot! Hot! Ware Sitting Bull!
bloom
It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as though to grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. So womanly full. It fills me full.
the waterfall
Phillaphulla Poulaphouca
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
the yews
Ssh! Sister, speak!
the nymph
(Eyeless, in nun’s white habit, coif and huge winged wimple, softly, with remote
