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Date Posted: 09:15:58 06/18/01 Mon
Author: Defiance
Author Host/IP: proxy1-external.bens1.pa.home.com / 24.4.253.24
Subject: ^w.e.l.c.o.m.i.n.g^

^The distinct fire glistens in femme's orbs as she dances in place. Her orbs are the deepest of onyx and her pelt is as brilliant as are the most treasured metals of the world. It is accented with the color of fire, nutmeg and the heat of ginger, all spiraled together. Her orbs, so mystifying; more then merely a connection between two beings, for in her dark pools set in her ever-so-refined pallet could be seen gazelle-like gentleness that in seconds could blaze with everything the word "spirit" signifies. Her eyes are the embodiment of all the glorious Arabian horse eyes that statically glimmer with animation. The white of her eye, when it did show, was not quite white but tinged with rich sepia and tones of gold. Her orbs truly are those of some charger of the sun. She is as swift as a lethal cat and devil-like in harness. She flings her plumed mane for she was the mare god once called by name. Her swift movements resemble the flight of a dove. Her molten form shifts over the sandy loam, liquid muscle rippling with every precise movement. By reason of her elegance she resembles an image painted in a palace though her reflection is as majestic as the palace it's self. Can you solve the mystery? If earth were what it once was, to never be again, her sun-like gaze would raise Tutankhamen from his dark and stony grave. The splashed femme was youthful but not neive. She knew the ways of males well and was choosing to stay away for the time being. Perhaps one could seduce her into making it look like she was his. But, probably not... The poor poor males. They were up for something, unique and amazing it was. She cared not for there promises and gifts. Give her a place to live and she'll be fine. Give her love and you'll wish you hadn't...^


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