Ferrari328 ngry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion

<font size="3" face="Arial,Geneva, Arial, sans-serif"><p>In shape, well could lose 10 pounds....unfortunately have issues with live in type relationships, hence am here.....as the Eagles put it, "Looking for a lover who won't blow my cover."  A LTR, not-live in, discreet relationship, if you catch my drift. Prefer video chat on Skype for starters, so we both know who we are talking to.</p>
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<pre class="m_5606898888168820427gmail-m_-3270455729191490199gmail-poembox" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.2em; font-family: 'Luxi Mono', FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was grey:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion<br /><br /></pre>
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