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     Rondall Moderator Username: Rondall Post Number: 17 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
I eat the nothingness of yearning for a distant fire. It is her glow that warms me. Her shining feminine light quietly calls moths instead of men. She nurses the loneliness of empty words caught in genuflection at her feet, Cursed, for I have chosen to stand upright rather than prostrate my will to her comeliness. I prefer this journey into the mystery her folds. I will enjoy the walk... with an occasional stumble. I will want only what I covet. |
