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| I wrote this poem when I was 13 1/2 almost 14. It's based on one of my dreams and its also one of my fantasies. ;) The Unicorn by Lorien Loveshade The Unicorn Flies without wings Over the night forest hills Soaring on his cloven feet. He runs toward me Who sits silently waiting. He sees me and rears up As if to flee. But I am a virgin bathed in moonlight And my virginity calms him. He comes to me And lowers his fine horned head. He kneels before me And I scratch his long neck and mane. He likes the feel of my fingers: They entice him. At last he lays his large horned head down into my virgin lap. Soon we lie together. My legs entwine him Holding him firm between them While I stroke his long horn. And O! we move as one Til the bursting of the sun. |
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| Copyright by Lorien Loveshade |