Yet the silver tongue and fingers of the most accomplished of men
Shall lust and hound for your heart into the wild blue of tomorrow
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Bastien set the drinks on a table behind him and dropped to a knee, holding one hand to his heart and chin, then other out for her hand. "Sweet lady, a tongue so poor and clumsy as mine could never compliment you. Celeste is a most specific name for you, for nothing else in this reality or any other could compare to the radiance shining from you, bathing me in brilliance." He looked up to her face, scrutinising each perfect detail of her. "Milady Celeste, would you honour me with your presence this evening?"
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Tomorrow, my love; nothing now here shall be left in that end,
but the wiles of the heart and the heat of the absence.
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Valentines: 74
Anons: 56
Marriage Proposals: 8