The Hunting of the Madorexual
The Hunting of The Madorexual
For many a year from boy to man
The quest had led him
Through clues he’d found
And whispered words
On careful nights by fire light
Madorex
They said, those flames
In the Caves of Madorex
Where a mans desire could be found
And for many years he roamed the hunter
Learning other tongues
With which to write upon
The hidden treasures of
The password
To The Caves of Madorex
For in those warm and musky hollows
The Madorexual had her home
A secret place of love unbound
Or so his heart had been told
And so it was
In a place of hidden valleys
And gentle rolling hills
Between their carnal navel
He found The Caves
And the scent of them
Breathed upon sighs of pleasure
The embracing moist of lips it was
That swallowed him to their sensual dark
And there he found her
His Madorextacy, in the heart of The Caves of Madorex
She waited in a writhe
Entrancing
And beckoned by want
She called to him
The flicker of naked torch
Lay its shadow nude on bear rugs
And her eyes a fire
Hungered animal
For so long a wait
The years she counted
Purred in sweat
Anticipating
The hunters return
He lay aside his burdens
The thought of forests in sun
He lay aside the visions of mountains
He lay aside the rolling seas
The taste of ancient wines
The snow shoes crisp crunching diamonds
He lay aside his name
And to the red and Auburn wreathen Princess of Madorex
In her vulnerable wet and hidden secret
He pledged his soul, evermore
To fulfill every syllable he had written upon the
Password
That led her to the hidden treasures
Of the Caves of Madorex
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