Love Seashell Pink
Sunday, July 13, 2014
From the letters of the yet-to-be American
President Warren G. Harding to his mistress Carrie Fulton Phillips, January 29,
1912
I love your poise
Of perfect thighs
When they hold me
in paradise…
I love the rose
Your garden grows
Love seashell pink
That over it glows
I love to suck
Your breath away
I love to cling –
There long to stay…
I love you garb’d
But naked more
Love your beauty
To thus adore…
I love you when
You open your eyes
And mouth and arms
And cradling thighs…
If I had you today, I’d kiss and
fondle you into my arms and
hold you there until you said,
‘Warren, oh,
Warren,’ in a
Benediction of blissful joy…!
rather like that encore
discovered in Montreal.
Did you?