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 gripped her hand firmly and wrapped his forearm about her waist. "Milady, if you think you are going to trip, simply hold tighter to me. I will not allow you any disgrace. And mind not my toes, but consider them merely more parquetry. I have had the misfortune of dancing with women less graceful - and modest - than you, and I dare say the floor has more sensation." He stepped softly back, then danced her around in slow circles. "You say you are unable to dance, but you manage beautifully, princess from the heavens." He pulled her closer, until he could feel her heart beat against his sternum, even through the heavy brocaded silk of his waistcoat.
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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