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Shadows danced and weaved enticing her body in soft spangled space seducing The heat has raised a sweat upon her skin he imagines the taste of her salty sweat the heat surrounds him, torments him, he shivers, down deep within.
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Watching, captured by soft movement lulled, deceived, seduced he is thirsty, he hungers takes the rich red wine, drinks deeply the sweet taste of nature's fruit upon his tongue She turns her head deliberately, to stare, to challenge. Please, stay and rest, there is no need to hurry, there is no need to be afraid.' The man sits by the table, drinks deeply again. 'I have come as you say, for I am curious as to your allure, but first, please tell me why you have sent for me, why do you want me so? I bear knowledge of great importance to humanity - of what is Real, of how we are able to touch and feel.' He says the words, wanting to believe in them, seeking comfort But she mocks him, for she understands him.
Excited/fearful, the man looks upon the women, beauty binds his gaze, powerless he watches her eyes are cool and dark, darkness, he falls, senses lost he closes his eyes. 'You may rightly know the truth of matter, that we are formed from waves in Space. But man is more complex again than this matter from which he is made.
He lies still, on soft sand beach restless waves, hungry waves bite and lick the sensual shore in darkness he gazes at the world above A billion stars scattered shimmering in dark space 'I know you' he cries 'I understand what you are, that we are one, connected by waves.' 'You are my friends, my certainty, my guiding lights as I journey upon this strange sea of doubt and many faces.' 'You are my friends, hear me.' 'You are my friends' He repeats, he demands, but there is no answer He is alone All is One His thoughts, lost in space, sense the beat the rhythmic chanting heat the heatness of cicadas. I shall take no blame for your weakness and lust.' Her words shock and disturb him.
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