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Lovers Of The Sea by pat medlin Monday, May 20, 2013 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Who rules this place ye lovers of the sea that beckons with beauty and challenges so dauntless not to be spoken... luring you with horizons of granduer... spreading wide her thighs with warm promises yet concealing dangers as cold and fearsome as the dead heart of a whore... the fury of her tormented soul yet to be unleashed upon you. Who rules this place all ye lovers of the sea... could that it be the Prince of Air? Speak, that I might better know your thirst.

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Reviewed by Annabel Sheila	5/21/2013

Awesome! Love your beautifully crafted phrases... Anna




Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci	5/21/2013

This is some fabulous stuff written here! Every word of it! Love ya! Jane




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	5/20/2013

Aye, we are but bits of floatsom on the sea of life. With fine poetry, ye shall weather it well. Ron




Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks	5/20/2013

Wow. Very creative piece and love those images. My thighs quiver.




Reviewed by Budd Nelson	5/20/2013

nature rules this place budd




Reviewed by D Johnson	5/20/2013

I love these lines..."Who rules this place all ye lovers of the sea... could that it be the Prince of Air?"...is there competition in the air? Cheers, Dan




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton	5/20/2013

Ah . . . the encompassing, all-knowing sea. As you said, she is treacherous and evil, but humans have a mighty thirst to conquer her. We haven't even made a scratch in the conquering of the lady-whore.