Message-ID: <22366asstr$948406201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: otzchiim@aol.com (Otzchiim) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000120142333.03547.00000472@ng-ce1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} [Otzchiim] I Lift Up Mine Eyes Unto the Hills (verse, M/F, cons) Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2000 17:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Otzchiim@aol.com (verse, M/F, cons) Well, I said I had run out of poems, in that original set of "Tribal Lays," but I did not promise that I would stop completely... This and at least one following are more in the line of 14-line stories than the emotional state things I mostly do. I Lift Up Mine Eyes Unto the Hills All day we walked across those grassy hills, Stopping at noon to eat a simple lunch. Too quickly did I feel those hours pass, Too slow was I at making up my mind. I was unsure just what to do with you, Though certainly by now I knew you well. Should I avoid temptation once again, Or give in, give myself, to you at last? As sundown came we rested and we kissed. Your gentle touch just broke the camel's back; I opened up your slacks and fondled you, I opened up myself, my soul, to you. So when you took my body, I cried out And joined you in a race to paradise. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+