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11/21/15: Alissa enjoys herself sensuously in the gentle light of a late afternoon... First of 2 parts.
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10/24/15: Moving to the floor, Alissa goes looking for some serious pleasure -- and finds it...
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When the silver-sandaled Moon, full-orbed and splendid
Shines upon her, unwrapped of her gossamer garments
The gleaming stars hide their bright faces...
And the delicately woven garlands I hung 'round
her tender neck fall
to the new bruised grass
Come hither then my foam-born Cyprian goddess
Come...
And from a golden ewer I will pour thee
Richest nectar, Apollo's gift
For your delight.
And take into your hand this lyre
Place your supple fingers
just there...
Upon these strings...
and play, my violet-weaving sweetly smiling Seraph
Play my secrets, my faltering words, my inexorable
love
in sweetly secret resonances swift-aimed
at your heart.
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