I am Sartor, Warrior of Gor, Master of kalana.
kalana....named for the sparkling ka-la-na wine of Gor. kalana brings, like
the joys of the red wine, a feeling of happiness and well being to her Master.
Her scent, like the bouquet of the wine, carries the promise of hidden delight
and floods my senses with the desire to taste.
Her lips, blushed and moist and ripe, the color of Tor-Tu-Gor seen through a
crystal goblet filled with rich warm wine from the fruit of the ka-la-na tree.
Her stance, with hips thrust forward, shoulders back fills my heart with
intoxicating passion.
Her touch, soft as the butterfly landing on a talander petal brings me peace
and serenity.
Her sapphire eyes that smoulder with smoky shadowed lust or
flash like lightning upon the raging swells of Gleaming Thassa constantly seek
to lure me to her charms.
Her voice, a low sweet sound as clear as the tone of a silver bell when she
speaks, each word a mellow drop of submission.
Her dance, so calculated to bring my blood to a boil, does so well it's
intended task.
Her serves, bring pride and joy to my heart. I am Sartor, Warrior of Gor, intoxicated with the essence of kalana.
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