With every sway of their hips while picking pumpkins, the villagers felt a primal desire awaken within them. When the harvest moon's rays bathed their naked bodies, it was time for the sacred ritual. They lay down on a fresh hay bed,...
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Violet Colored Dawn
"Each has her own goddess of Dawn"
Raysrise abovethe violet colored dawnDapple the dimples and goose bumps of mornGentle tinkling laughterat workamong the vinesNymphs cut and bend to harvest the cropsnimble fingers fillingbaskets of flavorSmiles of pleasing contentmentwith fulfillingcompanionable workfraught withcoquettish teasingOlder ones softly and robustly vampingyounger onesin their fresh nubilityNibbling a grape or twowith lips stained...
Tension In The Mellowing
"Though lovers reach their autumn, their tale will still be told."
There's a tension in the mellowing;A striving in the firelight;A beauty in the darkening air;A gentleness in the autumn fury.Aging love, steadfastly kept,Is still a thriving, broad-shouldered youth.Well-worn hearts are entwined in ivy,Bursting with berried, passionate joys.These ancient days of...