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      Pan's Pleasure
      by
      Tommy
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

                              
                           A response to Pan's Seduction by Megan Love
      
                             The words she sings do catch Pan's ear
                               Inside he feels her trembling fears
                              Yet ripe and sweet and full of dreams
                               That make the future come unseamed.
      
                                 He feels the breath of her love
                         and his soul and heart and mind do acknowledge
                           But yet the truth of his love can be known
                                 Only at the end of his dagger.
                                       His dagger my lady?
                                       His dagger he said?
                               The dagger he prongs the world with
                               to take a good look at the holder.
      
                                       What does Pan want
                                     oh, what does he want?
                          To fly, and be free seems his greatest want.
                      To be free of the ground, and the grave that it holds
                        To be free, to have fun and be seen and get girls
                          But, Pan knows no love like the shadow thief
                                Who in taking it took his heart.
      
                           But Pan is a man and some called him a god
                           Of music and women and songs and hot love.
                      He shall have what he wants and he wants what he gets
                                     Not just in the spirit
                                         But also in bed
                                      For here in our arms
                                     The real present lives
                                 Not there or somewhere but here
                                           In our bed
                            Even sleep can not take that truth away.
      
                                 And Pan has slept in many beds
                     He's the fire that comes to your legs through your head
                           And to desire him means to take him in full
                            So one must be ready to deal with it all
                                  Though I've never touched you
                                  and the world lies between us
                                    I do want you my darling
                                    More than you can imagine
                         only your words have I had to know and love you
                              So how can I love you only for that.
      
                              My heart knows better than any other
                        Even my body you have never seen live or touched
                                   Feels this feeling for you
                                      Words cannot encrust
                                 But Pan's desire knows no ends
                              His passion always provides the means
                                And if you can touch not just his
                                But awaken his body and his love
                                    Then, the shadow is sewn.
      
                                      And Pan becomes whole
                                         I play my flute
                                      By a running stream,
                                       all blue and green
                                      reflecting my garden
                             There is nothing in my head but notes.
      
      
                                But in one note I hear your name
                          And love's symphony's seed has been planted.
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

      
      
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