Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff says:


” To love you like the midnight storm!

To hear the wild beating of your veins; to feel flame shuddering your blood
and to agonize you with my ardor.

To crush you as a flower upon my breast, To bear you away to some secret valley,
where I would love you into insensibility…. “


Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff says:

” Be no longer tender.

Cover me with frenzied kisses,
— even as I would drench my
body in the cruel torrents of
the rain.

Envelop me from throat to
ankle in delirium intolerable…. “

Blanche Wagstaff says:


“If I think of you,
I quiver from head to foot.

If I think of you
tears flood my eyes.

If I pass you my heart quickens
to suffocation
and the blood seems to leave my body.

If I look into your eyes
a sudden fire burns in my veins.

If I touch you
I am as one possessed with madness;
my arms tremble and
my limbs totter beneath me.

To love you is to suffer
the pangs of an intolerable agony.”

Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff says:


” Silently you take me in your arms.
Our lips meet and our eyes close.
I feel the shuddering of your breast,
and the beating of your throat against mine….

We know nothing but the thunder of our veins….
We are swept out into a sea of infinite oblivion. “