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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/13/2009 4:15:00 PM
Man Colin...this had my imagination taking it to places you might not have intended and I was having fun with it. What a "fantasy" you spun here my friend...every time I go chasing my "Madorexual" lady she ends up chainsmoking Newports, addicted to Vicodin-watching "Jerry Springer"...and there ends the adventure! Right on, Write on!!! Steve
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Date: 5/13/2009 10:39:00 AM
Holy Madorexual!!! ~lol~ Forgive me. I need a shower. Colin, whew what a write! Sorry, I am feeling giddy and laughing at Christopher's comment! Hugs, me
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Date: 5/13/2009 9:09:00 AM
Now that I have broken the code to Madorex I am blushing...I actually feel like I should wear a veil as I read this piece to hide my blush...can you write one like this for me..I will close my eyes when I read and pretend that you are Heidi Klum.
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