The wizard, (His Art).

Patiently the, "Wizard," watched

and stirred the pot

He had put all the ingredients

together in a way that to him

seemed right

Every now and then he would stick

in a finger to taste it and see if

it was nearly done

It was very warm, to the point of

seething and it tasted delicious,

it was close to the point of being

what his soul was craving

And the smell that arose from the

beautiful cauldron that he had himself

chosen and put his own energy into was

sweet and wonderful enough to send his

senses into a frenzy


He would occasionally lean down over this

"Wizardry," brew and silently whisper some

ancient rune, sure that it would manipulate

this wonderful substance into doing just

what he wanted it to do

He had gained the, "Mastery," over the elements

contained w/in and what ever he wanted them

to do, would obey his every whim


Finally all that was needed was time so he pulled

out his, "Magnificent Staff," and inserted it into

the boiling pot and began to hum an eliciting rhyme

The staff, "Long and Majestic," symbolic of the

mighty, "Phallus," was written w/in and w/out w/

wise incantations


He pushed it down deep into the sweet-smelling

juices and from w/in arose a sound that was endorsing

And they began to flow out profusely

He could tell that what he had done so far was done

to perfection cause the juices came out w/ mighty

projection

The smell was now feeling the room like an delightful

perfume

He had to have a taste of his delightful confection

So he with-drew his mighty-oak staff and leaned-down

to have a few laps

It tasted sticky and sweet so he chose to for a while

stay there and eat

As he ate it flowed-up even more and made a great sound

like something being released from w/in the soul


After a while his taste-buds sated he decided to once

again reinsert his staff and stir the flavor

This time he pushed its length and mass all the way in,

down to the bottom, making sure that none of the

seasonings had settled there-on and been forgotten

As he bumped and poked and stirred it w/in its depths

the cauldron begin to glow red-hot and swell


The, "Wizard," thus content w/ the work of his perfected

"Art," knew that when he heard it emit the sound of a

woman yelling in ecstasy as she's getting-off, it would

be time to add the final ingredient to the formula to

end it for the night


So w/ one final emission of energy from his mighty staff

he commanded it to give off an all-powerful self-sating

blast

The load of energy released from its broad head caused the

pot to shudder and reel on its legs

It filled it to over-flowing and caused it to let out a low,

satisfied moaning