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Sentinel of the Palace of Pearls,
What forests of men could such a one as I
Journey through to find such magnificence
In such a form as this?

Strong and proud,
With head lifted high,
A framework of pumping life force
Webs thine splendour with
Throbbing, so deep and powerful
And fine in smooth, pulsing girth.

He stands,
Able, unadorned Samson with a single eye fully opened,
And the strength to topple temples of goddesses
Who would defy his sacred presence!
Their walls are opened unto him,
Their inner sanctums laid bare and glistening
In the glory of his extreme majesty.

He rises,
From depths of men to heights of gods,
His base shrouded in the mists of feral masculinity,
His sword strong and ready to slice the Vestals' purity in twain.

Ah, God who dwells beneath robes of dignity,
Hear the cry of this needful worshipper!
Unsheath mountainous glory
And let the handmaidens feast their eyes
Upon thine victorious loins!

Oh, for the arrogance of thine power
To seek sanctuary within mine pure, wet mouth!
How I long for the dignity of thine royal presence
To enter mine glittering gates with rainbow drops,
And deposit treasures within mine body.

Magnificent Master of all I possess,
Let me purvey a place to rest thine majestic head,
And leave thine wonders secretly
Within mine jewel chamber.

For all I seek is to behold thine magnificence
Within mine own body,
And in royal turn,
Let it seek to invade mine own temple
With singing, molten ropes of pearl.

My God! For thee, I am laid bare,
And thine servant humbly prostrates herself
For thine majestic entry.

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Posted 20 Mar 2013 16:51
I really don't have words to describe how great this is. All I can say is, "¥ou're amazing."

Posted 19 Mar 2013 18:22
I love your writings, poems & stories! This is so creative & truly excellent, Daisy, and I love hearing your sexy Brit voice. A total 5+

Posted 19 Mar 2013 13:11
Fantastic one person compared you to Homer, Me I compare you to The Bard of Avon magnificent poetry

Posted 19 Mar 2013 09:08
Daisy, Thy talent is treasured higher than most in this sinful land of Lush. Truley a pleasure to read. Sadly a five is all I can offer.

Posted 19 Mar 2013 07:33
I come away breathless with you excellence and your insight. Your words astonish me with their exact and true encompassing of the subject. I must say, I did not know you knew me so well. HeHe.
Posted 19 Mar 2013 07:04
Beautiful. Enticing poetry. 5

Posted 19 Mar 2013 06:54
You are certainly teaching / showing the rest of us how to write meaningful, erotic poetry. As always, it is a pure delight to read another installment from the 'pen' of Daisy Shylass!!

Posted 19 Mar 2013 05:56
Posted 19 Mar 2013 05:45
Shylass of England, the "Homer" of Lush.

What a poem, Daisy. I was excited with the anticipation to read the next word... and the next and the next.

You never cease to amaze me.

Yes, magnificent by you.

Posted 19 Mar 2013 04:24
Hehe, Twinny.... Effing brilliant
Posted 19 Mar 2013 03:56
Brava! You've proven to rise above the crowds with this majestic poem! The true measure of an empress is in her choice of words and not in the manner she adressess it to her subjects!
Posted 19 Mar 2013 03:52
A joy as ever. And all with a lovely northern English accent.
Posted 19 Mar 2013 03:47
classic style... sexy, nasty content... i love it!
Posted 19 Mar 2013 03:35
Daisy, your words are strong enough without your recital. You have truly written words here that are far beyond the normal, that are powerful enough. I delight in your stories, one and all, and I relish your poetry at times.... This is one of those times.

Posted 19 Mar 2013 03:18
Daisy, how can it be put into words... poetically beautiful as always. I always enjoy reading your work; you are a breath of fresh air! "We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle.

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