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“White Iris

The iris danced across
the ancient Grecian skies
gliding with her embossed
satiny milken sides ...”
― Muse, Enigmatic Evolution

“Amphora,â€� he murmured against the wide, sweet curve of her lips. His hands slid over the wide, sweet curve of her hips, cupping smoothness cool and solid, timeless and graceful as the swell of ancient pottery, promising abundance. “Like a Grecian vase. God, you’ve got the most beautiful arse!â€�

“Jug-butt, huh?”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn