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.:This Moon:.
She...the tenacious; sensuous from head to toe
An intellect gathering what she could of vital experience
Learning from and about barter. Reciprocity?
The preferred method of this… Wait!!
Checkout what we taught her..
She whom we’ve defined as Enchantment's Daughter
Any scheme by a player has of yet to catch her
Entanglements?
They always find her to be exhausting
Her inviting eyes ever sparkling
Lighting up yet another amorous night
In her mind each invitation barely stopping short of sin
So she would give to them a look that looked within
As if she knew all she had to know about their “inside-her-jokes”
And now how this wishful bloke...
With his Ego, the type accustomed to being stroked
Now protected from her by his rigid shell or...so he thought.
He with his smiles; a style suggesting “not quite caught”
Murmuring tales stretching past whispered words
Stretching them to a preconceived albeit an imagined end
Indeed, this was his trend. While she remained quite still
Feigning her interest in all he had to offer
Staying consistent as she stayed the course
Yet given time & enough rope, he of course strayed off course
Cutting corners when and wherever his conversation would bend
This too was his trend. Yet she would shape shift the rift in his speech
Then would have him begin again
He at first perceived this as a ‘no win' and
once again her boredom would set in and
she would again show being almost out of patience
Despite this she never ran short of making use of anyone’s time
Therefore she fancied herself another sip as she flirted
Her Witch’s Brew.. He couldn’t skirt it…so she then got him bent
Then she shaped and reshaped as she spoon-fed
Feeding him some straightforward phrasing of her own.
"Oh Sun...you may cum and then you may go. But, during that time
Bring to This Moon...a laugh, a smile. Bring along your murmuring tales
Bring your kisses to my coveted deepness
Lie...if you must, but then lay them down discreetly
I promise ever so sweetly; that
with all of your macho
That it will subside within my depth.”
She then continued..
“But, keep that grin and your smile in tact; it only masks yet makes good the fact
That in absence of your hoped for conquest
That my thirst will not disappoint nor will it be disappointed
Nor will it conflict with any of your momentary losses or gains."
With this, his foregone conclusions had now been disrupted
His surprised smile now defined & surmised punctuating this fact.
Always the thoughtful... This was again another of her mindful mind strokes.
Another Ego had been defeated. She would remain as Boss.
She would be the flame and he the moth.
His erected stance could not swerve from this truth.
Her words only enticed and confirmed this… How their tale would end.
Ending in what her tail already knew.
That he would be one of her best. One of the best she would ever do.
By permission and her admission, one of the élite of her chosen few
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