The dry days are long gone for the hunt that we took in place to satisfy. I look around. Women, the guardians of mankind, that now toil about. Look at them, their inhibition. They, the ones that brought settlement to the civilizations. The womb that betrothed many a success of mankind. Is now but a pale piece of instrumentation.
Look within and you will find - Appreciation, Relevance and Vitality. They seem a perfect place to take pledge in the ruins of a homosapien underframe. The womb takes thy mortal and pathetic self to a world above than petty consciousness. Is there a thing another than a beauty of women.
Forbearance to purulence. Women today have forgotten their place amongst us. Their very entails of lucidity has made even immortal lords sucrose.
Intimidation into women is the most superior worship to self. To detain the departed world behind and live the ways of the immortal. To earn their warmth keeps in you many lives alive. To respect them as goddess is an altar to your conscience.
Oh petty fools, to make love with deities form a sublime abode is your portion that, if you shall respect you would gauge the wasteland of this debasing world.
Oh Women, let loose thy charm upon the human race. Make vivid the non-nonchalance to the world of coming and becoming. Leave behind the raisins of nothing but of Eros and Dionysus. Let down the wine of pure conquest and fervor.
I have but let down the account on the pure grace of women. Women, the home to humanity. Nature's modesty and reservation.
Go and conquer the world. Teach warmth, love, trance and tranquility. Splurge.
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