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Click hereLEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => INTER-TEMPORAL: DISMANTLING BIG TIME/NEW CHAPTER
MARATHOPOLIS
SUNDAY MORNING
19/10/2014
GRAY SEASCAPE
(PAGAN LASS)
I'm waiting for a rain to fall,
looking the clouds north and west,
Sunday morn I would not call
to tell you what's for you the best.
The best of states for you to be,
in all sincerity, my dear,
it is on top or under me,
without hope and without fear.
So, when we fuck hope for the best
and let yourself be ruled by lust,
live here and now, forget the rest,
it sure feels better than the last.
How many Sundays ago
you felt a fuck as sweet as this,
inside you deep my cum to flow,
fulfilling every secret wish?
I'm waiting for a rain to fall
as if that was our only hope,
the summer's past and now it's fall,
into that dream let us elope.
The rain starts, it was not dream,
it was a true and sweet escape,
you were all strawberries and cream,
but now you are this gray seascape.
*****
Loud and clear the church bell tolls,
its sound coming through the mist,
it is too late for Sunday calls,
this village has a maniac priest.
He wakes the faithful at first dawn,
whether the sky is blue or black,
forbidding what in them is sown:
A Sunday early morning fuck.
This village would not do for us,
if we were faithful like that priest,
still we could fuck, my pagan lass,
like ghosts emerging through the mist.
I've finished writing this short piece,
I had a dream and that was all,
just close your eyes and make a wish
and I may give you that short call.