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Lake of Sorrows

TJ

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E-Gurl purty young mod lady pearl
The lovely bar maid young lads want to twirl
Sweet vixen goddess the gentlemen want you

Forever to be enchanted by you and your love
The sons of the most handsome god
Who's name is Adonis
Are fighting amongst themselves over you

Your heart is precious
To all the single young babes
Not to mention, to married men
With jealous wives as well

Although they don't know exactly why
It's because your heart is rare and pure
Yes it's true that you have the body of
A beautiful red rose

And you're favored by Father Time
And still a babe quite young
But more important, you posess a soul
Brighter than the most brilliant
In all the lovely heavens

No wonder the sons of Adonis want you
They say that your laughter is music fit
For the queens of all time
Who can blame the rich handsome lads
And the poor ones as well

You have such a sweet soul
Which is the most beautiful asset to have
Those rich in light and love
Attract others like moths to a flame
In times of darkness, devoid of light

Your smile will serve as a guide
Because it will outshine the brightest
Of stars in all the heavens
Whom the sons of Adonis hath sent

That brings hope to dry
Those with sorrows
And you carry it always
I hope you're able to understand
The words I'm trying to convey

Part of you is like an innocent child
Full of wonder, vitality, and enthusiasm
With a zest for life, a taste for mystery

Which all too often is the very magic
Lost by most adults
And when people stop believing in

And lose this magic
Like a wilted flower forgotten
Something is missing because
It's long gone, dead, and that is tragic
The child oblivious of what was

So completely unaware
Of the friend once so loved
The broken hearted dragon
Forever left behind

Without a thought, simply discarded
The sun gone from his kingdom
Battles lost before they started

His world devoid of courage
Days of love and magic gone
Filled with only sadness, bleak, and gray

Without his friend
What can I say
It tore me up, when Puff retreated

Forever inside his cave
And retrieved a single red rose
From the sons of Adonis

"Come out, come out Puff!," I cried
The magic is upon us
Come, let us frolic about
In the garden of Adonis"
His tears gushed so long inside

And then a thorn pierced his hide
He laid on his chest
So the spike would pierce his heart inside
A single drop of blood did fall
On the ground inside his prison stall

The tears came fast and furious
"PUFFFFFFFF,!" I begged and shouted
"Pleeeease!" I cried b4 the tide carried me away
My pleas became garbled with water
If he heard me, I doubt it

My pleas became nothing more than
Impotent muted, garbles,
When one last time I shouted

Now my own wails and screams
Came double time with a vengeance
Drowning in my own tears

swimming in a boulevard of broken dreams
Became what is known today
As The Lake of Sorrows
And the single drop of blood from the thorn
That pierced the dragon's heart

They say became a fragrant bed where
King Solomon and his lover drank of wine
And made love in the sun
From the dragon's blood
The Roses of Sharon had sprung

The Lake of Sorrows is right beside a well
Where tears of pain from the dragon fell
In this well and in this lake are traces
Of healing minerals such as lithium
For untold ages have been rumoured to cure

Those who suffered similar fates
Are what may be bipolar
I believe the term is of late
They say some people that drink
The healing water from the lake

Get healed from their sadness
As if the water washes it away
As for the red roses with the thorns

Once called The Roses of Sharon
Are a reminder of the pain
Of dead, forgotten love

And of the consequences
These sharp thorns like shark's teeth
Rip, hurt, and impale deep
And thorns inevitably will draw blood
But blood is but a tear of life

That punctures the flesh
Washes the poisons away
And the red roses are a new beginning
Of change, love, and beauty

A new chapter, a new fragrance
The fruit of life in bloom full force
You are among the few people
That is not afraid to believe in dreams
You're soul is like a delicious beverage

That the sons of Adonis want to drink
The handsome studs don't waste time
So eager are they to get quite drunk

Here I sit, watching the show
Watching these handsome lads
With nice tight asses, what the hell
I have no business getting horny, shit!

Damn look at that fine dark skin
They appear as if an appetizer
A gingerbread snack
Ah hell I'm blatantly staring

They know what I'm thinking
Only a dirty older woman
An American of course
To hell with it, I don't care

They see that I'm looking
At some young derriere
Only a woman having impure thoughts
Good God! Damn fine set of legs

Seeing my hand in some fine dark hair
Looking into a pair of chocolate brown eyes
That will make me want to melt
And grabbing a handful playfully, pulling some hair

The young pup didn't waste any time
No doubt I'll have a horny, dangerous, young bull
On my hands when we get in the room
Look in his eyes and grab a nice handful

Hear myself tell him I want to fuck him all night
Hearing my inner dialogue
Ask what the hell has gotten into me

And hearing a smart ass retort
Obviously he will be pronto dummy!
Hearing playful laughter at myself
What were you expecting bible study?

"Ok I wanna ride you cowboy for an hour or two
Think you're up to it?
(Like he's gonna say no)
I'll leave before the morning
Take what you want while you can

This gonna be a one nite stand
You don't need to know my name
Only that we got a little something
That wasn't planned"

This gonna be my last bit of lovin
For quite a good long time
How young could he be I wondered
When he told me this was his 1st time

I kissed his lips and then proceeded to go
Saying quietly these few words,
"Thankyou ma sweetcheecks"
I turned and left him, not making another sound
Who knows what thoughts went thru his mind

It don't matter, I'm sure soon he'll forget about me
Puzzled, I wasn't sure, but did I see
A bit of sadness in his eyes?
Na perhaps tis only wishful thinking on my part
Hoping he'll miss me just a little

Still when I kissed him goodbye
It looked as though there was
A bit of sadness in his eyes
Softly I said, "Thankyou sweetcheecks"
Before I walked away into the night
 
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Definately a great piece, Sometimes those one night stands leave you wondering of what could be, or knowing what could never be.

Lovely work!
 
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