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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Fool and the Popess
[time] => 2006-02-23 23:38:27
[hometext] => hope you like
[bodytext] => A moment of expectation. A moment of closure is close at hand. A spiritual revolution has occurred. A moment of flight has occurred. The battlefield has befallen them, the battlefield will use them to decide its victory. Night has arrived, the lights have been turned off. Darkness has comforted the emotions allowing the heart to pour. The battle is about to begin. (The moment of expectation is soon to show her face) In grand sexual energy man has confronted woman. With bodies glistening of past battles they face each other. The woman surrenders her guards enticing the battle to begin. Her glory is exuberant. Her majesty is worthy of king's praise. Her love is worthy of psalms. Her power is worthy of lions. Surely, the tiger is envious of her prowess. Great warmth overcomes the man's weak body, for it always has. With a sigh of freedom of only which birds have knowledge, he feels the awakening of his greatest strength, power through his weakness for her. His resistance was never an option. His emotions surface where her lips have tasted flesh. Closure will not be an option now. The great battle of knowledge of each other has begun. With ferocious love she will seduce with her mouth, to tame the wild and punish those who fail to submit. O great popess have mercy on the fool for he is overwhelmed. It is your gift. It is your caution, for still it is only a warning shot demonstrating your wisdom of him. It is time. Time to share breath. Time to vent. Time to feel. It is time to lust, truly a great weapon against the sovereign. The battle has climaxed, the battlefield is drenched as frayed emotions are allowed to release. Sovereign nations will fall at your thighs. Sovereign nations have fallen to their knees. The battleground is misty as lingering scents are allowed to roam free in your rule. Closure of a battle has taken place. The unwanted option has occurred. But fear not warriors for you were born to fight and the revolution must take place again. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 30 [informant] => eggflipper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => PoemsonBeauty )
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