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hard as a rock (Villanelle) by <~>

She fell on him like a Mayan maid, With no regard for dignity; And so, her inner self displayed. Her mother, sisters, she betrayed When she, her lust, set finally free: She fell on him like a Mayan maid. In the heat, their bodies swayed. She sacrificed her sanctity And so, her inner self displayed. Other girls would be afraid To partake in such debauchery: She fell on him like a Mayan maid. From her purpose, she had strayed, As, his lunges, she did parry And so, her inner self displayed. The coupling finally made her crazed-- Crazed, and ultimately weary: She fell on him like a Mayan maid And so, her inner self displayed.

horus8 10-Dec-03/5:05 PM
"When she, her lust, set finally free:" Yeah, the curse of the wood nymph. My Mother has it too, but see, as for me? I'm sick and tired of 'fucking' around. Love is so much more than the way mortals approach it. I'm working on my first novel. And I'm calling it "The Motherfuckers". It's going to be #1 on the best seller list in 2007. I had a dream.




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