Lesson 1). A Ritual Cleansing:
And rain from the Mountain King
Shall wash down on you as a nourishing honey mead,
Nectar of the Gods,
While from the shadows his thunder rod will rise exposed.
You'll offer your cave as shelter
And bring forth sweet glistening honey dew for his enchantment
And forevermore bind him in your spell.
You'll milk his steely shaft and sanctify your blissful union
As two souls drink deeply from each others vessels.
"Drain me completely!" he roars,
"Drink from me sweetly," she moans,
As the torrid storm baptises them in a rebirth,
An awakening of their senses,
A ritual cleansing, a lotus angel, an Irish knight,
Soaring towards nirvana with all their might!
At the mouth of the hall,
Cavernous shaft, arched spine splayed on stone altar,
Supple flesh turned on to stone, cleft contractions,
Conversant erotica converts Mountain King Knight to newfound faith.
Enchanting Petite Faery fine, moon dust sparkles down her spine,
Divine inspirations flow like wine
While in his hall two spirits entwined,
Fire roaring so sublime,
Where freeze-frame pictures stop all time,
A fusion master,
A dream maker
In the palm of your hand,
Stroke of genius strokes the gland
While processions of anointed,
Pointing the way to viewpoint grand,
Pose proud, pouty, gorgeous and ripe
Like velvet vixens so randy and rare,
Willing, exposed and utterly bare,
Dancing in firelight fireflies all,
From dusk until dawn in his Mountain King Hall,
"Drink deeply me lovelies," his echoed call.
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