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A Fablelous Transcription: The Woman and the Hermit
"When a hot woman meets a hermit, one of them is going to change." - Charles Bukowski
But in this duelesque, both of them changed, as certain is change in their riverining souls, she in the temperance of her raging emotions, their transformation into conscientious trails of thought, meticulously shaped, rigorousely delivered, as each time the rhythmics of her bleating heart changed, she stepped into that flux, her powerful legs reigning it, dancing it and keeping it - despite the lighteness of her - from stomping her lust for his most magical mind.
And he, in the sweetyning of his prosaic world, the re-orientation of his rationaleity towards the liberynthine, the shocking presence of his longing, his desire for her skin and her warmth, the re-awakening of his blood as he touched himself of her ghosts, that fondled the restraints of his equanimous solitude, that exploded his hoard of seeds to the ground - despite the tededium of his age - with the might of a bull.
Oh how could she have doubted his hermitic love! Oh how could he appease her solicitude!
In "The Wild Woman and the Hermit", the witty Edith Wharton fictionalises the stuttering Henry James.
But in this duelesque, both of them changed, as certain is change in their riverining souls, she in the temperance of her raging emotions, their transformation into conscientious trails of thought, meticulously shaped, rigorousely delivered, as each time the rhythmics of her bleating heart changed, she stepped into that flux, her powerful legs reigning it, dancing it and keeping it - despite the lighteness of her - from stomping her lust for his most magical mind.
And he, in the sweetyning of his prosaic world, the re-orientation of his rationaleity towards the liberynthine, the shocking presence of his longing, his desire for her skin and her warmth, the re-awakening of his blood as he touched himself of her ghosts, that fondled the restraints of his equanimous solitude, that exploded his hoard of seeds to the ground - despite the tededium of his age - with the might of a bull.
Oh how could she have doubted his hermitic love! Oh how could he appease her solicitude!
In "The Wild Woman and the Hermit", the witty Edith Wharton fictionalises the stuttering Henry James.
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