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   Yea though I walk through this valley bedeveled. Thy mission go
unfettered. A glimse of thoust beauty precedes thine every wish. My soul
hast betrothed thy wounded heart but would it heal. That even in rags my
duty be fullfilled as I wander through the darkness, waiting for thy
guiding light to fill my wanting wish. Staff in hand I wander aimlessly
across the desert of your emotions less you deter my hearts desire. My
brief longing for your affection keeps my spirit clenching to your breast
in hopes of dutifull pleasures in my mind. Thust soft suttle flesh melded
in thine hands. That only when the sky shall strike me down will I give
up my quest. For but a moment with your relenquish be worth the toll. I
shall pay the price and more but for that instant when my staff thrust its
mighty shank into your womb. That ye but drain my passionate fluid in
battle. For only then shall you win my hand. Holding my restraint I shall not...only my lifless corpse be drug through the streets of hell would I
waiver my intentions. Nay I will not falter, but stand tall and count thy blessings stowed upon me. I carry my heavy heart should I fail. Your
heated breath shall bring to life my feinted deed. That I may travel again through your boundaries guarded under watchfull eyes. That you may let me
pass unharmed, and open your gates willingly. For I have traveled far and distant hostile lands in search known not untill I found your beauty. Your spirit led me further into your waiting heart. Therefore I but claim a
small victory, as your choosing brought me in. Humanity hast tempted my
very feelings only to be brushed aside in desperate haste. For I'd known
only a brief and tainted love unfulfilled in my journey. Your presence
unknown I am guilty. But had it been, still may I have waivered, as my
fruitful ways were yet unborn. Now that my search has ended, thy sword I
lay down at your blessed feet. Only now will I relinquish my honor. Tho
pledges I shall keep within me. That I might but once touch your hand.
That I might feel the warmth and sweet smell so rewarding. My blinded
eyes know only your beauty. My guarded past is your future, to do with
as you may.
I hold only compassion for your bidding and trust your desire be it for
me or naught.
   Though withered and frail we grow, your gentle beauty awaits me. AS I
to your bountiful duties bestowed upon me. I treasure the years gone past
for behold our greatest moments may yet be. The wasted years gone by in my quest have been rewarded by your presence. Fond memories flash the puzzle
as we coupled in tormented desire. Our naked souls found each other in
harmony as passion brought the shattered remains to one. The whispers of
tender moments passed your ears, as beads of lust dripped from my brow.
Your wetted skin favored and took me in to know the joy of thunder and
quaked earth rattling our inner peace.
Burning flesh blended as the forge grew mighty. Fires lept from tormented
yet un-noticed muscles, bulging and rippling within us. Veins pumped
beyond
ruled limits as warlike cries screamed and broke the night. The feathered
cage we shared crumbled to the ground unheeded, thus the double thunder
peeled its sigh. Amidst the ruins still lived the hope of finality un-
bridled in its wake. The tempo rose as beating hearts thumped out their
song. Soon the victor triumphed as paired bodies shook and trembled in
unison. Even then failing to hoist the flag of defeat, as final strenghth
spent its dying breath ungiving.

Then and only then a quited hush be heard as satined skin gleamed in the darkness. A whispered promise and answered. A kiss heard not, as soft
tender lips met in truce and armor abandoned on the field. Helpless and vulnerable the signing continued, as each wrote their will and promises on sheets of flesh, tongues dotting every i. Soon abated passion rears its
head and a new battle nears the land. His weapon true and strong once more,
her her gift to him renewed. They set out alone to wage another victory
hardly having time to enjoy and dwell on past spoils of war.

   So there we leave the eldered couple, he the actor, sitting, sifting memories of days gone by. Yes we leave them in the sounds of soft slumber,
the smiles on a face of history, and hands clenched in hope. Their feet on
pads of steel, wheels unlock and pressed away to visit another memory
tomorrow. How blessed they are for the rich and joyful life they shared.
And for the mind to revisit every moment of the past. It would take the
same amount of time to list them as each one was special in its own way.
             The Masked Writer <O.O> <o.o> <=.=> <-.->