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"Sex, Pan Style"

Pan is in every man, a god of the nature,
sexuality; he is a god of the hunt, tracking
down all of the naughty nymphs; for with
them to lay in gratuitous copulation is his
pleasure - carnality

Lover of rustic-music, he enjoys that  which
rouses the animalistic urges in women -
his destination is...   sinsuality

To be him, is to be lust incarnate, incarnated
lust in the body of a man, is the sexual god
from Arcadia, "Pan,"

His instrument is the Pan-flute, which when
an erotic enchantment through it he does blow,
causes all of the willows of the wood to bow low,
as his charms into their will does flow and they
unto him doth bestow their desire until they
find themselves to be wrapped around
his prick and can only behave themselves
unto his every whim

Many a goddess has he bowed low; so to
think that you are above his wiles is to  not
know, the all-encompassing measure of
his prowess and the lengths to which he
will go, to cause a woman to upon his
mighty phallus blow

So cautious be and this very thing know; when
you invoke Pan, spread-apart your legs will
become, as your sweet nectar (of the Gods)
my lady will greatly flow; until pleading unto
him you will beseech that upon your clit,
he doth lick and blow

And to then at the last, open you up with
the sexual prowess that only Gods of
the Higher knowledge of Tantric are
bestowed with within, and into your
depths go

Where then you'll find yourselves in the Halls
of Aphrodite's Chambers; where every whim
and urge and desire is unto catered... before
you can even imagine and think it... ere the
craving from your body emerges to ask,
hands and tongues and gentle blows
and the phallus of insertion, is there
to serve you... leaving you pleased
and wasted, from the salt, and the
sweat; the succulence by which
you've been placated; the seed
from the swollen staff of the
Gods' Mighty Oak Staff, by
which you've been seeded
to overflowing and mouthful
by mouthful... tasted
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