“Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“A loving master performs amorously for his treasures submissive, going beyond proper for sanity to sanctify them both, and that becomes their internal and external healing, which becomes overall spice (their flavor & romance) of Loveology.” — John Shelton Jones Copy Share Image
