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Exotic sexual poem:
SCENIC VIEWPOINT
by MidKnight@bungo.com
Or What's Rising From Yonder Root?)
Spring...it's only just here, and already I can feel it's
effects. As other organisms in nature begin to respond,
so to do I. An awakening of sorts, a stirring from deep down. My
own nature stirs in earnest, hungry and
anxious for new and fertile ground to flourish in. My root grows
in it's desire to plunge deeply, gathering
strength and girth as it does so, seeking a moist, warm
environment to nourish and invigorate, causing it to
glow and vibrate with vitality. I revel in the act of drinking
deeply from one of life's most precious wells. And
as a direct consequence of the gathering strength, and as life's
most basic essences gather at the very base of
the root, it surges anew. The bud quivers and swells, burning,
it's crimson satin aching for release, a single
bead of nectar eases an escape with a promise of the splendor yet
to unfold before it. For you it shall spring
forth, for only you can coax it to full fruition, only you can
find a home in your garden and your heart to
nourish and suckle, to breath your life into it, to find the
fulfillment and rapture, to satisfy the yearning, and
celebrate in the fruits of your splendid and heated labor.
She took, I gave, she asked, she received!
He took, I gave, he asked, he received!
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