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I'd forgotten what a sensuous, erotic, thrilling poem "The Goblin Market" is (except for the last verse, which always struck me as a bit tepid). It was one of my early favorites. I used to quote parts of it to myself quite a bit, and pretend like I was Lizzie, gone to save her sister and virtuously refusing the temptation of goblin fruit, only to return home and have my sister "hug me, kiss me, suck my juices".

In other related news (for those interested), the long-neglected Pt. III of my aberrant character fic is coming along again. Sadly, there seems to be a dearth of the sucking of juices in this portion. No "bloom-down-cheeked peaches" anywhere. I think I've lost my edge.


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