The woman said:“Speak to me with thine eyes.”
Her robe flows like the wind, crimson and wild. Her hair twists like serpents, and the moon casts a pale glow on her face.
“Let your love consume my spirit and send me not from your side. The North Winds may blow as time continues to pass. The trees may wither, and the earth tremble, but I shall linger.”
The pyramids whispered softy into the night. The goddess walks and raises her arms to the skies.
“I want to paint your face in the stars. Embrace the soft breeze as it caresses my body. I want to be yours eternally.”
The man said:
“And I wanna see you in a thong!”
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