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The chalice golden Am I for a wine ancient Containing ever the sacred intoxication high Of life,existence, a procreator genius of genesis. Wearing bikinis sexily scant,or clad fully, I am a mother, a sister, a friend and a lover. An enigma am I,of possession incapable, By minds, bodies, louts or even men noble, Being oppressed, I live free in that place divine Unknown to power, pelf and brains crazed. I laugh O men and smile sardonic inward At your strengths so mightily Herculean Desiring my feet and secrets of the Heart Beyond you am I,your gazes greedy and Temporary prowesses all assumed false, My world a paradox,life a walk that talks, Of little sensitive things full of wisdom old. Nobly loving yet abused, worshipped reverent, Yet beaten, ***** exploited,I shall ever be proud, Rising as the phoenix, as a mother earth kind, Toned lithe,creased ancient,ever more powerful. And flowing like a river I become the ocean. Hold me still without a desire, unpossessive, Then my love may touch you ever so briefly.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
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The chalice golden Am I for a wine ancient Containing ever the sacred intoxication high Of life,existence, a procreator genius of genesis. Wearing bikinis sexily scant,or clad fully, I am a mother, a sister, a friend and a lover. An enigma am I,of possession incapable, By minds, bodies, louts or even men noble, Being oppressed, I live free in that place divine Unknown to power, pelf and brains crazed. I laugh O men and smile sardonic inward At your strengths so mightily Herculean Desiring my feet and secrets of the Heart Beyond you am I,your gazes greedy and Temporary prowesses all assumed false, My world a paradox,life a walk that talks, Of little sensitive things full of wisdom old. Nobly loving yet abused, worshipped reverent, Yet beaten, ***** exploited,I shall ever be proud, Rising as the phoenix, as a mother earth kind, Toned lithe,creased ancient,ever more powerful. And flowing like a river I become the ocean. Hold me still without a desire, unpossessive, Then my love may touch you ever so briefly.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
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