St. Hubertus save us! The Huntress arrives. There be none as she in beauty and grace. Eyes lined with denim blue, lashes studded long. Let her stalk her prey tonight, but be not her judge. Lust for flesh drives her quest, yet her love for self quenches all. Yes, my love, I bow to thee whose beauty is unreproached. Your sweetness tempts the tongue with pleasures rare while the bitterness of your discern aches the hearts of all desire. Your eyes give spice to our lives with temptations of the earth. Your aromatic nature calms spirits when chill of taste is gone. Guide us all, St. Hubertus, to love all such visions.
Wow. Your way with words is very impressive.
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