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To: Dayuhan who wrote (29801)	1/31/1999 10:18:00 PM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Gee, the link to Sugar Magnolia's poem works for me. In any event, here it is. Actually it is a very topical poem, because over John Galt's thread there was the Church of the Three Garters, and Johnny and Father Terrence were trying to get all of the SI women to become high priestesses. Well, you can imagine the orgies they were imagining! Sugar Magnolia was asked to become a high priestess but declined, because she believed that sex with one person you truly loved was a lot hotter than any orgy: Ode to My Stallion Sugar is alluring, sensuous and sweet Between her soft thighs burns white heat Undulating hips, juices oozing like honey Dewy willing lips tasting of cherry candy She frollicks happily naked through heather And indulges an occasional taste for leather But finds huge go-go dancers quite rude And mindless random pony riding empty and crude Brilliant male minds make her hot But a rationalist she's not Free will and determinism are not her hobby She worships at the temple of her lover's hard body She lies waiting, legs spread, supine Wanton and worshipful for her true love divine For the role of high priestess she has no desire There is only one man who can quench her blazing fire

To: Dayuhan who wrote (29801)	1/31/1999 10:21:00 PM
From: Father Terrence	Respond to of 108807

Steven: I got the link right away. I had forgotten it was an erotic poem she wrote to me! Try it again, it should work. FT

To: Dayuhan who wrote (29801)	1/31/1999 10:23:00 PM
From: Father Terrence	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Or better yet, here it is... To: +Terrence Bergh (886 ) From: +Sugar Magnolia Saturday, Nov 30 1996 12:57AM ET Reply # of 3816 Ode to My Stallion Sugar is alluring, sensuous and sweet Between her soft thighs burns white heat Undulating hips, juices oozing like honey Dewy willing lips tasting of cherry candy She frollicks happily naked through heather And indulges an occasional taste for leather But finds huge go-go dancers quite rude And mindless random pony riding empty and crude Brilliant male minds make her hot But a rationalist she's not Free will and determinism are not her hobby She worships at the temple of her lover's hard body She lies waiting, legs spread, supine Wanton and worshipful for her true love divine For the role of high priestess she has no desire There is only one man who can quench her blazing fire

To: Dayuhan who wrote (29801)	1/31/1999 10:27:00 PM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

<t is my own experience that this is not typically what happens.> Well, in reality I don't think sexual promiscuity is very healthy. I think that some of us BELIEVE we can divorce physical pleasure from emotional attachment, but I don't think it is actually very easy to do that. I think orgies end up making most people feel extremely empty, because sex requires emotional connection to be really good. I know some people, particularly some of the men here, would disagree with that. But as I have said before, I think most men really need to feel very safe in a sexual relationship to get much out of it except physical release, and again, that implies monogamy. Did you ever see the Irish movie "Eat the Peach?" It is an old art movie from the 1980's, but that is not very important. The scene that was significant to me happens when a couple have broken up temporarily--she has absolutely had it with what a dreamer her husband is, and she takes their little girl and returns to her mother's house so that he can think the whole thing over. Well, Irish men are not really very demonstrative about sex anyway, but what happens is that she comes back to see her husband one afternoon and he reaches out with his hand to touch her, just brushing against her ribs through her clothing, and it is a very, very sexy scene. I guess what I am saying is that after thinking about it for about thirty seconds, the idea of a whole bunch of people having sex together is not nearly as sexy as the intensity of doing it with one person who loves you in a committed way and really, really wants you.