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Pandora's Praise
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By:
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PANDORA
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Mood:
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accomplished
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Date:
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Jul 11, 2008, 03:31 AM
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None
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She passes quiet as the night...
as she slips outdoors in the bright moonlight,
Bare feet sure upon the grass...
this moment has finally come to pass,
Upon the altar she lays her gift...
delicate rose blooms she just picked,
Lights the incense and breathes its scent...
she feels refreshed,no longer spent,
Burning candles light her way...
the ecstatic feeling is here to stay,
Circles round with her spiritual knife...
within its realm will be no strife,
Face turned to the moon so bright...
arms uplifted in praise this night,
Soft nightgown clinging to her shape...
this enchantress needs no concealing cape,
Breezes rustle through the trees....
creating a whispered song to please,
She dances round her moonlit vale...
One with the Goddess...she did not fail.
© CleoBuss 2008
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