Realising she could orgasm
And still hate him who lusted as
Thrusted were across chasm
Never to be filled, she willed his
Death still, her heart apart from all
From the now and here until let
Fall could be, orgasmicly yet
Prismaticly clear and so small
No mouse could hear nor pin drop call
Louder to guardian angel
Than roaring furnace of her fire,
She roared, moment heirily, desire.
Author notes
1: Part of a much longer set of poems, some of which earlier parts be given on AP. By this stage the poet has attained to greater understanding of the motives underlying the situation and circumstances.
2: AMFG stands for Anti-Mother Fucking Goddess; mysteries of the Zeta 9 one leaves for elsewhere.
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