the twentieth Ahn
the surf below
crashing all around.
An emptiness
so bittersweet
She rises upwards gracefully
moving towards a destiny
she's honour bound to meet.
Her heart hammering erratically
when she sees the Gossamer
fingers of Light
As if unseen hands propel her forwards
like a thief in the night.
She kneels helpless
in the doorway of her cave
The erotic embrace of a Gorean Moon Dance
in which she's totally enslaved.
The silvery caress
her lover's touch
she moans in need
though she knows not for what.
Soft hands turned upwards in supplication
she sways gently in the night
as the Gorean moons
watch her dance
in delight.
She dances to them seductively
begging their silvery touch
her eyes pleading them to release her
from this buildup of want.
They don't answer her plea
Fore' they're not through with her yet
She is but a helpless captive
In their game of Lust.
So under Three Well Hung Moons she'll lay
until they're satisfied
Right there, she'll stay.....
