(s)He was made for untidy rooms and rumpled beds (A. McCall Smith)
He was the kind of young man whose handsome face has brought him plenty
of success in the past and is now ever-ready for a new encounter, a
fresh-experience, always eager to set off into the unknown territory of a
little adventure, never taken by surprise because he has worked out
everything in advance and is waiting to see what happens, a man who will
never overlook any erotic opportunity, whose first glance probes every
woman's sensuality, and explores it, without discriminating between his
friend's wife and the parlour-maid who opens the door to him. Such men
are described with a certain facile contempt as lady-killers, but the
term has a nugget of truthful observation in it, for in fact all the
passionate instincts of the chase are present in their ceaseless
vigilance: the stalking of the prey, the excitement and mental cruelty
of the kill. They are constantly on the alert, always ready and willing
to follow the trail of an adventure to the very edge of the abyss.
They are full of passion all the time, but it is the passion of a
gambler rather than a lover, cold, calculating and dangerous. Some are
so persistent that their whole lives, long after their youth is spent,
are made an eternal adventure by this expectation. Each of their days
is resolved into hundreds of small sensual experiences - a look
exchanged in passing, a fleeting smile, knees brushing together as a
couple sit opposite each other - and the year, in its own turn,
dissolves into hundreds of such days in which sensuous experience is the
constantly flowing, nourishing, inspiring source of life (S. Zweig - The Burning secret and other stories)
......................................To each is own erotic dream
"Look at me when I'm talking to you
You looking at me but I'm looking through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself I'm looking at the mirror" (Mirror - Lil'Wayne ft. Bruno Mars)
You looking at me but I'm looking through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself I'm looking at the mirror" (Mirror - Lil'Wayne ft. Bruno Mars)
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