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Click hereThe cave is swarthy and moist,
A lonely empty place by itself,
But full of sultry grace,
Hidden treasures,
For the right pioneer.
The light is at the entrance,
Suspended as if by magic,
Pulsating with life,
The bright light inches its way by might,
Illuminating the deep dark burrow.
The cave is shadowed with sensitivity,
It swallows lit source with force,
But glimpses through swollen darkness,
What the reciprocating pulsating beam,
Has brought to light
Ever deeper the cave becomes,
Consuming the beamed brightness,
He finds his way by,
Perfect touch very soft,
Against esoteric humid walls.
The ground trembles,
The epicenter comes,
Where all will be undone,
Grotto the cavern has become,
When all the quaking done.
The sultry cave desires are ablaze,
A fire burning on its own,
Soft strange light yet fills the hollow,
But ever diminishing the twain.
Liquid fire runs from the ingress,
Once alone subterranean passage,
The beam of light withdrawn
The cavern closes with perfect will of its own,
But with a flame ever burning.
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For the pretty young lady,
That says I fill her with sensual gravy,
She is slender and sleek with impassioned feet,
She reads what I have written,
Big “M-ing” herself to sleep,
With thoughts of a strange older man.