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| The Bride's Promise |
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| She shook her fiery mane, A month before we were wed. "Just wait a while, my love, And I will promise you A lustful passion." she said. After the wedding, she walked barefoot, To the quiet river where we had met. She threw the flowers upon the ground, And looked with a yearnful ache, For I knew the scene was set. She lowered her bridal gown, Created in virgin white. She smiled in triumph, For nothing else was worn, My woman was a stunning sight. I kissed her ruby lips, and then her neck, As she lay unclothed upon the ground. My bride and I knew, What this day meant, For there was no one else around. The hours that followed were with my new wife, On the grass where we had lain. Tonight, I'll sweep her to my open bed, Where I'll make tender love to her, While caressing that fiery mane. |
| Copyright @ February 2002 Graham S |