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RitesThe 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 Vote for this poem
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