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By Blue Song Date: 2003 Oct 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.16.18.07.17792]] |
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there it is soft and low 'pon this nighted air as i seek this touch from all around and found in distance so close it seems on this fair night a howl that cries with the moon still low so very, very full rich its light is shed cream that whispers its delight that calls what some would term a beast from within ones breast till last this body leashed no more and with these binds cut power surges in wholesome might and i can at last answer in kind for my growl tinged with hers calling us together once more for the simple joy of the hunt let all others beware for well before our bodies wed coverd in welling sweat naked to the riseing day so very totaly spent we shall have the delight of the taste of blood tinged with fear from what we have brought to ground to flavor this... our repast |