unlike Erebus you have no smoke and fire bursting through the snow majestic queen earth mother holding shoulders high solitude for millennia head lay naked, glittering in the sun not one creature attempted to woo Sagarmatha, not even omni super tease angry temper killed little Hannelore, parade the Norgay as prime. and at your skirts, the fishnet stocking trails murder mayhem and sex an orgy of revellers thrust themselves up to reach your orgasmic peak each one thinks better faster than the rest, morals lie in crevices a crescendo of snow, an avalanche of glittering spires Jongmalunga, Kum By Yah, Hiawatha spirit slave, dream flew aloft Saint Mother isolated supreme hurtles wind at mask-like insects Goddess Mother of the Snows, Mother of the Universe we bow down, gracious in your mercy, reaching ultimate goal once more the insects traverse back down glorying in your name.
Sagarmatha
unlike Erebus you have no smoke and fire bursting through the snow majestic queen earth mother holding shoulders high solitude for millennia head lay naked, glittering in the sun not one creature attempted to woo Sagarmatha, not even omni super tease angry temper killed little Hannelore, parade the Norgay as prime. and at your skirts,…
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