The Walking Dead

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   "Holy... Holy"

    Hr tried to concentrate upon what his eyes had seen. He was tempted to close his eyes. He couldn't have done better. That was one of the better options he could ever confide in. He wanted all the chances tested but he was bent on discerning the right thing. He couldn't had knuckled under a defected stance. There was more to it that he did not intend to espouse. He tried as much as possible to channel his thoughts. He actually had no idea on whose part the Nymph was. Probably she had been wanting to see the erection of Poseidon but had no idea how to make him know. Probably she did want to have him but she wasn't braced evenly with felon faith and tactic thrills. He could use quite the numbers of things. He allowed the mental Ken to whisper salient fact at the inky instinct. There was more to time that he was struggling to make meaning of. All he was doing was trying to ignore the fantasized reality. But how could he had helped it? He couldn't. He couldn't simply ignore such stance. His rage had been tiptoed. He had no choice but to savor the taunting aroma of the mood. Ah! Time was heaving quite the straining sigh. He succumbed.

     He wasn't sure what to call it. But firstly, twas not a snake. Twas never a snake and would never be. He had no idea why he was being so dramatic. He had no idea why he was being so evenly tested. He ran his hand across his visage to be sure of what he was seeing. Of course he was right. He wasn't mad. Neither was he bruised by bounty blindness. He could communicate with the rusty rays projected by tamed time. He savored. Poseidon's erection looked like a snake. Quite the shape of a snake. With all curvy parts and isolated head. Though there was no tongue running in and out of its mouth as of the snakes. And of course he could discern, twasnt thin and long like an asp. Twas more of a bounty boa. He knew he could never have a full grasp of it. Twas enormous and luxuriously long. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. He knew if he was to make comparison, his was like divided by ten of Pious Poseidon's. He had no idea how gigantic his erection could be. 

        Immediately! The Nymph skipped from him from where she was laying on the bed and went straightly to Poseidon. He had no idea what she was having in mind. Well an instinct lent him a supposition he wouldn't kowtow in. He could use one of her stances. He could accept other facts. But he needed to process all. He hoped twas never what he was thinking. How could it be it? Matter-of-factly, the gods don't really nurse the same thoughts humans are evenly strapped to. Hell wrong he was! Twas exactly what his thought couldn't put together efficiently. He wanted to close his eyes, but of course he would make fun of the glorious view. Of course Poseidon was a pious  and evenly furnished god. He should snap outta it. He should be able to manage the situation. While held in those throbbing thoughts, he watched the Nymph stand before Poseidon who was quite close to the bed. He couldn't really be so close to the bed and therefore was quite the few steps away. He watched her bend before Poseidon towards his erection. She did squat actually. 

        He did watch with mouth loaned to treacherous agape. He could never close his mouth anymore. He had no idea what to think of the Nymph. He needed no soothsayer. Obviously, the Nymph was promiscuous. He had no idea why. He hadn't learnt from Myclops that Nymphs are promiscuous. Probably he couldn't be sure. Probably he was arriving at an illogical conclusion. He could use pored patience. He could tarry a while and make meaning of the stance. He could wait a while to suck sanity from what was already becoming nauseating to him. He could use all. He kept his eyes glued to the scene. Never to be robbed of any of the mystic move. He watched her raise her head and looked into Poseidon's face. He knew his thoughts were being in a haste that time , but they had been accurate so far. He was tempted to bank on them. He could use having faith in them. But why prune so many thoughts while he was right before them. He could simply shun the thoughts and keep his eerie eyes feasting on their sapid draws. And that was exactly what he did. He did shut the sassy glottis of his thoughts and let the red retina focus.

       Then she looked down from his face to the erection. She seemed to had done that to seek some approval from Poseidon. He couldn't be sure and he remembered that he was supposed to shun his thoughts. Matter-of-factly, he had shunned them. He watched her move her right hand gently towards the erection as she did shudder. He had no idea why, he was just an onlooker. She tried reaching again and did quake. But at once, she summoned callous courage and walked it through the course which had ripped off his rusty reasoning. She had a grasp of his erection. It was very large. Like a typical long and well-fed Boa. She couldn't have the best of the hold. She tried holding tightly, but she simply knew she could never do that. She wanted to use her two hands, but was that even the best option? She knuckled under using the right. He was sure that the Nymph was burnished in thoughts too. Though he was not so close to her, but of course he knew how thoughts could make folly of someone. She fiddled with the erection passionately  till it came alive. Stood very tall and long. Twas two feet long. If he was accurate. And then the unusual happened as the erection metamorphosed. So Poseidon wasn't telling lies in the first place? He wanted to run out, for erection was over him and the Nymph had been wrapped in it.