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The Promised Land
My legal and tender bedroom eyes took my first real look at a magnificent sight: [/font][/font][/font]
The Promised Land…[/font] with a reasonable amount of tongue…[/font][/font][/font]
The place was teeming - But there weren't many Boy Brides between my upper legs.
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Memories released themselves from anchors mired in my soul's deepest murky depths – furtive moments bubbling to breathe oxygen once again.
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Dreams, waking and sleeping, engendered ultimate intimacy –
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at least from the camera angle where many a Boy lands between my many legs. [/font][/font][/font]
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Teams of many a Boy teeming… An astounding number of just-passing-by men visited the Church that afternoon… The Girls ushered them in. They all sat in the involuntary… There seemed to be a lot of ceremonial going on up there; language was flying backwards and forwards with a reasonable amount of tongue.[/font][/font][/font]
As I look around, I see some very freelancing lives… I see some very wonderful lives… Fun in the Promised Land.[/font][/font][/font]
Smiling, The Angel lifted his skirt and showed me lovely:
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The Best in the Galaxy: Just the way I love them! [/font][/font][/font]
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In this land of flowing milk with a body made, and moreover eager, for a man’s adoration-honey, we dwell securely. When the last warning came to pass we gathered together in a mingled crowd between my many legs - ideal for live music, corporate training, private functions, birthdays, celebrations and graduations…[/font][/font][/font]
During the ceremony suitors were stepping over each other to dance with me.
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Slow dances, with deep tongues – a sex object for their pleasure. [/font][/font][/font]
I felt like a naughty little receptacle suffering Angelic smiles and soft kisses whilst as hot as a July Saturday afternoon in Hades. [/font][/font]
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Later… as it unerringly homes in on its speeding, streaking, sky-riding victim:[/font][/font]
“To your seed I give this land – from the river of Messy, Messy, Messy - to the great edge of Cum Cliff.”
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To have and to hold and to make love to day-and-night at the Centre of the Known Universe: This is the Ultimate Test of Stamina: Complete and Total Love. I shuddered.[/font][/font][/font]
From undiscovered reserves I saw the Birth of the Cosmo. [/font][/font][/font]
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Published 21st Dec 2009
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Anonymous
21st Dec 2009 2:34pm
very good, i really loved it, the words unfurl with the sureness and tempo of chanting.
21st Dec 2009 3:14pm
that you liked it priya!... you have given me an idea on how to perform this piece now... thanks!
i'd never thought about the rhthym being chant like... but i can see what you mean... tho wasn't thinking like that when i wrote it... was composed using the cut-up method... to create unusual word patterns and dream-like associational logic trails of thought... and avoid the usual sex/erotica cliches...
i'd never thought about the rhthym being chant like... but i can see what you mean... tho wasn't thinking like that when i wrote it... was composed using the cut-up method... to create unusual word patterns and dream-like associational logic trails of thought... and avoid the usual sex/erotica cliches...
Anonymous
21st Dec 2009 3:20pm
I did see that, but when i read your words it did seem to to rise in tempo, like chants usually do,call it eotic chant if you will, look forward to your poems:-)
