And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.
D. H. LawrenceThe human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
D. H. LawrenceAnd to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.
D. H. LawrenceThe human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
D. H. Lawrence