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St Germaine - Youth Eternal

By Barb Davidson

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A gigolo, a letch, a male whore, Maybe true but something more, Wealthy for no reason or rhyme, A lover of women, for all time. Ageless, youthful, time stood still, No magic potion, no special pill, Life force he found, in a special way, Maybe not true, but who’s to say. Lover of women, adorer of souls Purpose in life, to make them whole, Admired by men for his winning way, Great wealthy ladies under him lay. A true vampire was he, but no blood did show, Amitra the essence, the vital life flow, Brought women to heights unknown before, Mutual sensations as they both needed more. Turned brass into gold, some would say, With Jewellery and treasure the ladies would pay, Amitra the life force, essence of youth, St Germaine had discovered the magical truth.St Germaine actually lived his life for nothing more than seeking the Amitra of wealthy ladies..he was hugely wealthy and travelled much of europe. He remained remarkably young all his life and it is believed that amitra is the key to eternal youth...so boys if you want to stay young..you know what to do!!! Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 06:09 PM PST    0 • 13

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