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| last updated.....29 June 2001 |
| Valencia |
| wandering into the orchard fertile oasis mouth dry and parched, pangs of hunger plump and inviting my soft, golden flesh.. with no seeds -- soothing the burning. sating your hunger, i redeem; you cannot resist. a jewel in the sun, my hard shell putty to your touch; the peel falls away to your thrill and eager delight. the rape of a devil? or saint? continued despite the cries and unyielding spirit that wanes with the rush. orange-painted leather, scattered forgotten to you dust-bin my bed. all that mattered. a moment of bliss. nothing could ever change your mind -- not my tears or kiss, nor promise of another kind for spent my value. |