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The Altar stood cleansed waiting
The coming of the dawn

The aphrodisiac they had fed him
Coursed wildly through his blood
Making him quiver with desire
As he in anticipation stood
Awaiting his sacred brides
To assuage his mounting need
Maybe blessed by the Goddess
To nurture and grow his seed

Maybe in the near future
By the Goddess's good grace
There would be three children
To take his vacant place
The sacred coupling started
Lasting all the night long
Until all lust was sated
With the coming of bird song

The coming of the dawn
The Altar stood cleansed and waiting




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