Ancestral Trail

*Spur* Went to the pored poolnosy Nymph about her fate.Then tumbled in suitacross the route was a dame;she for same goal went!Birthed was sewn struggle then.     '20:10:03:19:14 Note: a) Of lanky loveb) Dame (dated) - A woman.

*Confetti* Her eyes are tips of the hay,etched in the lawn of sewn sky.Then drooped in gaunt gay her smile;You know all, what's there to say?      '20:10:02:17:16 Note: Of sassy smile.

*Tanka XLIII* Twas a speck I saw,whether of dust or gaunt gores,I couldn't simply tell,and then birthed was the spell,which in my ticker made pores.     '20:10:01:20:26 Note: of lanky love.

*Tanka XLII* Her eyes are sapidlike lusty libido prickedby haughty pleasurepassion punctured to seizures.Ah! I'll suck nectars of spills.     '20:09:30:18:46 Note: Of lanky love.

Tanka XLI "I'm not through", she said,wanky wind smothering tensetensed up by lured lips."I want you", all my ears picked.Now, acts belittle words retched.'20:09:29:17:52 Note: Of lanky love.

Tanka XL Rare rays of her eyesleased lanky light on my plight;marred motive smothered,la-de-da longing slaughtered.Drooling darkness gulped their biles.    '20:09:28:17:18 Note: Of lanky love.

*Tanka XXIX* I saw a ray swayin sassy steps rhythm trained.Eerie eyes took suittaming the voluptuous view;twas she merging paths in gay.       '20:09:27:18:25 Note: Of lanky love.

*Tanka XXVIII* At first twas a gaze,then metamorphosed into rage;of beauty and grace,pruned passion and acme laced.And I find joy in the rage.      '20:09:26:18:56 Note: Of lanky love.

Tanka XXXVII Her eyes are apt lakesstirred by whooshing winds' worn wail,mysterious as doeand delicate, like fair's woe.Ah! I drown! Drown in her gaze.'20:09:25:18:55 Note: Of lanky love.

Tanka XXXVI Her lips are groomed grapesnourished by acme and grace.And now I'm famished,teeth taunted as though bewitched.A taste of them'll soothe rent rage.'20:09:24:19:22 Note: Of lanky love.