Speak To The Grain On A Beach Of Sand.Deliver It To The World Through A Quill In Hand.
Posted by Paul Woods In the mists of dragon days As the crooked shadow of my wing passed I pinned her, pierced her narrow thighs, Hot and swift the final thrusts. I inundated her lap, Strange how from the dark semen spent
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on 3/19/2002, 7:20 am
Yes I have written Incubus as well.
an Incubus was supposed to have begat Merlin on a young maid tied to a rock:
Incubus
(Merlin is believed to be the child of an incubus)
I spawned Merlin,
begat him on some slender silk of a lass
I found splayed and naked
in the ragged cleft
of some great rock.
her smooth brow ruffled with a sleeping frown.
her breasts spread, fluent under my hard hands.
a fleet and fluid flight,
with thick and pearly seed.
in that fell pagan rut
sprang courtly love, courage and Camelot.
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