Women of Gor.In the forest, move with care,Never know who's looking, Keen eyes scanning from the lair, Through the trees they're hunting. Clad in skins with tumbled hair, Camouflaged and silent. Fierce and proud as they ensnare, Game - so fast and violent. All who travel best beware, They could be the quarry, Listen for the rush of air, Ignore it at your folly! Dressed in gowns, their faces veiled, Through the streets they scurry, Like a flotilla that sailed, Door to door they hurry. Purpose led they seldom quailed, From City life and motion, Pursuing business, oft regaled, A very potent potion. Modesty kept, virtue hailed, Keeping home and family. Even when the sun has paled, As happy as they can be. Bold and brash, wearing leathers, Plainswomen always work hard, Facing all kinds of weathers, Watching as warriors sparred. Kaiila on a tether, Working horn, bone and clay, Living free, sport tumit feathers, The hunter lived today. Traveling the plains together, Under the tri-moons gaze, Not having to worry whether, Sleens pace, their purpose unfazed. Sensuous and lithe in form, Slave girls of all races, Obedient, loving and warm, Compassion on their faces. Masters owning proudly worn, Riotous locks unfurled, Shining collars, necks adorn, Brazen stance to the world. Graceful as a day new-born, Silks swirl as they dance, Serving with smiles, nor forlorn, Sneaking the tiniest glance. Others include Rencer women, Dancing to celebrate life. Living and working their life in, Rence swamps, their best friend a knife. Alar are nomadic women, Fair-haired, fair skinned, blue-eyed, Dressed in the simplest of linen, Range with their herd, with deep pride, Savages, Inuit women, Varied and uniquely clad, Talunas from Southern dwellin', Surely they aren't always bad! |