| What a harmonious thought, that you have already wrung pleasure from the image of Me, My humble projections. Would that I could at this very moment conduct you to bliss with a skillful touch both gentle and deliberate, direct you to a crescendo with the furious motion of My baton, to see in your eyes the blaze of the energy I impart to you, and to hear the music of your ecstasy...My melody, in your key. |
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