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Why Should the Spirit of Mortal Be Proud Preludes The Clearer Self The Crystal Thee Hushpuppiesshoes Hush Puppy shoes Hus Puppies Merell shoes Merrellshoes Merrrell Falga Shoes Faere Shoes Faast Shoes Favvo Shoes Faggo Shoes Lalki - Barbie, Annabell, Witch Kubu¶ Puchatek - Zabawki, Kolorowanki, itd	An arm was thrown above her golden head, One knee was raised from off her rosy bed, One hand was toying with the silken hair That hid the treasures sweetly buried there; Corelle Dishes Pfaltzgraph Merrill Shoes Correlle Her bosom, whiter than the ocean's foam, Rose white as marble in a passion's dome, While on each breast in ruby lustre shone The red round nipple that surmounts each zone; And gently downward, like a floating wave, Lay the rich portals of her downy cave, Whose full red lips, half hidden in their moss, Shone like bright corals in their dewy gloss, And her round limbs, like ivory polished bright, Whose rosy hues were struggling through the white, Lay coiled in beauty as she thus reposed, With all her maiden charms at once exposed; The fairest thing of all God's work below, As fair as marble and as white as snow; Man's brightest jewel and God's purest gift Steve Maden Shoes Bandalino Shoes Deisel Shoes Lay softly sleeping, but without a shift. From such a sight no mortal man could turn Who felt the fires of manhood in him burn. Priests preach of virtue, but of them beware, They would not turn from such a tempting snare. First they'd indulge and then perhaps might pray That God would humble their rebellious clay. Adam beheld her, as in slumber sweet Some seraph seemed those rosy lips to meet; Glazura i terakota Hears her soft sighs and sees her bosom swell, And felt the blood within his veins rebel; For such a sight would daze the purest eyes Of angels looking from the skies; A sight that man has never yet withstood Who felt love's virus stealing through his blood. Yet Adam knew not that this vision bright Which lay unconscious of his raptured sight Was made by nature as his better part, The one sweet solace of his troubled heart; Knew not the syren in a woman's guise Would turn the garden into Paradise-- Striderite Shoes Snowblower Correll Dishes Paradise lost--but Paradise but found When first he saw Eve sleeping on the ground. Night came, all gilded with the sunset's dyes, Studded with jewels the mild azure of the skies; The moon rose softly on her upward flight, The queen of beauty and the gem of night, While flowers paled with the departing day And closed their petals with the sun's last ray. The birds had ceased to sing their evening song, Save one, which into night his strains prolong, Pouring, in liquid measure, love's soft tale Through the soft shadows of the flowery dale, Beguiling sleep awhile from languid eyes. Like some fair spirit in a worldly guise. Heely SkateShoes Heelies Shoes Heeleys Shoes All living things were sinking to repose, Dreading no danger from dark lurking foes; For on the fruit man had not yet been fed. And Eve, the virgin, had her maidenhead. Adam and Eve, at this sweet twilight hour, Sought their repose within a rustic bower; But ere the sliken gauze of balmy sleep Could o'er their drowsy eyelids creep, Eve thought her of the dream she'd had again And felt its memories stealing through her brain. A soft, voluptuous shade stole o'er her eyes, The pulse of love within began to rise; Her cheeks were burning with a new desire, Her veins were boiling with an inward fire, Her lips were glowing with a warmth all new, Her breast was heaving as the passion grew; Each nerve seemed thrilling through her heated frame, One blissful thought which ne'er had had a name, One blissful wish which she had never known, One fond desire that love could be her own. Gently an arm o'er Adam's breast she threw, While her lips moistened with the gathering dew; Her eyes seemed swimming in a sea of pearls, As from her breast she brushed the flowing curls, And, swelling high, her bosom seemed to flow With fire of passion fierce which burned below. Love, now unfettered, she could not restrain, But felt it surging through each swelling vein, Rousing the serpent coiled within her breast Whose strong desire had never been repressed. To Adam's lips she softly pressed her own, While Adam's arms around her form were thrown; Yet, even then, he did not dream the bliss That Eve awakened by her fervent kiss; Knew not the joys that kindred natures feel As love's sweet fires through the system steal; But each caress that stirred his tranquil blood Thrilled through his body with a fiery flood, Lighting his face and burning in each vein, Until its raptures nothing could restrain. His manly bosom heaved with many a sigh, While lurid fires flashed from either eye; The breath came hot upon his burning lips While passion tingled to his finger tips; His frame was but a mass of heated clay, One strong desire now held unbounded sway; And yet he little knew what lay before, What mystic pleasure was for him in store. But Eve, still trembling with her own desires, Added new fuel to her Adam's fires, Glued her wet lips to his hot, glowing face And held him closely in her warm embrace, Distilling passion through her melting sighs And rousing demons with her flashing eyes. Night looked on calmly, as if nature smiled To think that Adam should be thus beguiled. The moon now threw a shadow o'er the scene, As if she fain their wantonness would screen; And e'en the stars half hid their sparkling rays, As if they blushed at such a scene to gaze. Eve, taught by instinct and inflamed by love, Would fain the pleasure of their passion prove; Felt that the spot now half consumed by heat Was the choice fruit they were forbid to eat; And, like all women since that blissful time, Was half inclined to perpetrate a crime. A crime so sweet that all have followed suit, And like it better for its being stolen fruit. Adam, meanwhile, had found his manhood's pride, And Eve now acted as its faithful guide; Gently her hand around its ivory stole And turned it quickly toward its natural goal; Then, lying prone upon her snowy back, Opened before it an untrodden track. Ecstatic joy her every nerve did thrill, Till heart and thought and even soul stood still. Warmer and warmer were her kisses given, Until the pleasure seemed to her a heaven. And thus she lay in that intense delight Which women feel upon their wedding night, When heart and soul commingle in a kiss And love's fond rapture gives hymeneal bliss. But, all too soon, each felt their strength give way As love dissolved in passion's heated spray, And pouring forth, came then his gushing flood, Mixed with crimson of Eve's virgin blood. Then Adam sank, half-fainting, on her breast, With lingering sighs that could not be repressed. His eyes now gleamed not with a fiery glance, While o'er his frame there came that blissful trance Which poor dissolving nature sweetly feels When love enraptured breaks a maiden's seals. Blushing and modest, with unconscious grace, Eve hid 'neath Adam's arm her glowing face; For now that passion had swept o'er her form, She lay all quivering from its pleasant storm, And only wished her burning cheeks to hide The sweet, warm blushes of a new-made bride;