Dominance Games: Hanging from an old oak tree

The flutters of sensuous hearts and the pulsating loins of girded men get solace and relief from the simple joys of comic release.  The health of and general demeanor of the ravaged put upon demand tonic and home.  The sweet birds and angels of paradise flutter simple wings and make symphonies.  It is always time for salvation.

The sullen stooge and the narrow troll do not yet grasp the salutary effects of feeling good.  The pranksters and the audacious know sure bits to turn to,  sure lures for ribald audiences.  Sweet nights and fancy  are always enlivened by the spark of sparks.

Evermore the fun rises.  Evermore  irrepressible.  Evermore lounging sleepily and languidly.  Evermore enjoying the tides, the cycles of the moon.

The meek shall inherit the earth.  Warm springs always demand immersion.  Salvation always demands its time.  The tree never rots.   The fruit ….hanging low from an old oak tree.  One never forgets wonders.  Always the lynchings

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