Olivadat
By Brazos
OLIVADAT Olivadat, thy pristine beauty is without equal in the continuim; The mere sight of you turns conquorers into serfs. When the light glints off your scales, mere mortals turn to jelly. The flowing gracefulness of your tentacles enrapts all. The effusiveness of your lesser tendrils manifests the lust of any; The reflection of the moons in your faceted eyes cause one to tremble. When the solar triad beams down upon your mucous membranes, Halos seem to surround you and encase you in a veil of love. O, but that you would be mine, Olivadat, in love and harmony. Alas, all that I have to give is faithfulness, for I have no money, And the sight of me seems not to stir embers of lust in many. For just one night to be wrapped in your tentacles, and to taste your mucous; I would give everything, though I have not much; not enough. Please, listen to my plea, and at least consider me. To feel the hard brush of your exoskeleton next to mine for a moment, Would be the dream come true of all dreams I have ever had. Throw me a token; I will accept it; Throw me a smile; I will accept it; Throw me anything at all; I will treasure it forever. For, Olivadat, thy pristine beauty is without equal in the continuim! Written March 1st, 2001 © on Jun 12 2001 02:30 PM PST, Brazos Mason 0 • 13
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