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''"MOUNTIN MAID!"''--MO December 27, 1970 GP N0.240
 --Inspired by contemplations in Israel
 Copyright © December 1970 by The Children of God
 P.O. Box 31, London WC2E 7LX, England or GPO Box 3141, San Juan, Puerto Rico 00936
 A Dissertation on Mountain Peaks: --A Mountain Climber's Odyssey!
 I am for the mini-blouse
 Or the see-through at my house
 She is such a lovely thing!
 To her mounts I love to cling!
 I'm a mountain' man, my Honey!
 Give me mountains for my money!
 Though I oft explore her cave
 It's on her mountains that I rave!
 Let those mountains be more visible
 And their clothing more divisible!
 Then they would be safer far
 If you'd leave those gates ajar!
 To reveal her scenic beauty
 Is your Godly given duty!
 Clear away that underbrush
 And their praise you cannot hush!
 Down with front retaining walls
 Beauty hidden is what galls!
 Away deceit--hypocrisy!
 Truth unveil for all to see!
 Lift men's minds from out the gutter
 And her praises they will utter!
 Raise their eyes unto her hills
 And you'll cure neurotic ills!
 T'would increase their hopes to hail
 Beauteous heights without the veil!
 You can now her valley fathom
 Far above her lower chasm!
 Clear the undergrowth away
 For that smell of new-mown hay!
 Undergirding, pillared column--
 You can have your clothing solemn!
 Flying buttress, deep crevasse,
 There is nothing like her ass!
 But I'll show you something better
 For a real attention-getter!
 Set your mind on things above
 That deep cavern that you love!
 When I show my lovely miss
 Which is why I'm writing this.
 I prefer the top to bottom:
 Brother, she has really got'em!
 The bottomless is not amiss,
 But topless heights I like to kiss!
 Can't have one without the other,
 Like a babe without its mother.
 'Bove the bottomless abyss
 Stand the mountains you can't miss!
 It's each peak so fascinating,
 Makes my Love so titillating!
 If you'd view ecstatic wonder
 Tits like hers can make hearts thunder!
 Top to bottom I'm no stranger
 But I thrill to mountains' danger!
 Top to bottom can be seen
 Undulating curves between--
 Up and down her tiny crater
 Heaves and sighs whene'er I mate'er!
 Her volcano off explodes
 When we love in our abodes!
 It's a holy hole indeed
 And within I leave my seed.
 Topless, midless, anywhere,
 But for bottomless I don't care!
 Lest we fall too far therein
 And those peaks we ne'er unpin!
 Twin peaks draped with fleecy cloud
 Very thin and not too loud--
 Billowy colour, not deep snow
 Lest her lovely lines won't show!
 Deep soft snow, howe'er you shape,
 Will never cause us males to gape!
 Natural pinpoints, clever cleft
 That is all that we want left!
 Unless she is some old crone,
 Can't you leave those peaks alone?
 Can't we leave those summits bare
 Without all that underwear?
 If snow is needed, let it fall
 Down within her garden Wall!
 For this padding I don't care!
 I prefer my mountains bare
 Not obscured or capped with snow!
 For such trappings I don't go!
 Let mountains rise o'er foliage too,
 With timberline below the dew
 To coverings I have objections!
 I like to view the real projections!
 Must you think it all so rude
 To naturally let her protrude?
 To fondle her resplendent beauty
 Is our precious pressing duty!
 If support is sometimes needed,
 Let those peaks be unimpeded!
 Buffer bulwarks from below
 But leave mountain peaks to show!
 Weight not down nor hide the top!
 All this hiding's gotta stop!
 Lofty shoulder, rolling field,
 Let those headlands be revealed!
 Arms extended full of grace
 No more hidden than her face!
 If warmth is needed ere betrothed,
 Let her peaks be lightly clothed:
 Furry creature, woolly flock,
 Loosely wrapped about her smock,
 Easy drawn aside by hand
 Of the shepherd of her land.
 When the summer sun doth shine
 And in heat her fires refine,
 Quickly melts her fallen snow
 And cascading it will go
 With the warmth of summer love
 Baring mountain tops above!
 Like the fleecy misty cloud
 Just with vapour her enshroud!
 Filmy vapours only flow
 From above to vales below!
 Only bright and shining tresses
 Top our mountain maiden's dresses!
 Accent all her naked beauty
 With less on our nudie cutie!
 She's a beauty with them on
 Beauty's self when robes are gone!
 Don't conceal her points of int'rest!
 Nature's course with clothes thou hind'rest!
 Flowers nestle in her hair
 'Twined in hollows here and there
 Circling round the tower above
 All proclaim her joy of love!
 Craft displays her lovely wares
 Only please the one who cares!
 Custom or conformity
 And artificiality
 Clothe her in hypocrisy
 Never let her hidden be!
 Methinks there'd be far less desire
 To ravish her on lust's cruel fire
 In man's relentless exploration
 If viewed with open admiration
 Her pleasing beauty clearly seen
 Would satisfy his sexy spleen!
 No need to strip what God created
 Nor herself be violated
 Open view could satisfy
 Ardent longings of his eye!
 Nudeness thrills her thankful viewers
 Only look and be not doers!
 Else she might end on the skewers
 Of whose strength goes down the sewers!
 You don't wonder what's beneath
 Heavy snow or wooded wreath,
 All is there for all to see
 Mountains' magic majesty!
 With each lovely rise and fall
 Breath of Spring and nature's call!
 Wonders of our God's creation
 Defy man's imagination!
 No need imagine here their form
 Stark reality is borne
 'Fore the eyes of mortal men
 Naught is hidden from their ken!
 With more truth and honesty
 Viewers could possessors be!
 Insatiable curiosity
 Lust for new discovery
 Need not strip this pretty maid
 It's already been displayed!
 Only lower parts need hide,
 Upper ones seen far and wide!
 Need not lust to rend her veil
 See her now you could not fail
 Need not dream what lies beyond
 For all barriers are gone!
 Fantasy doth hide and tease
 But undress doth only please!
 Fascination doth explore
 Man insists on seeing more!
 But when rid of all false pride
 She has little more to hide!
 Strip those bare necessities!
 Show those nude realities!
 Methinks such open revelation
 Tempers tantalised temptation
 All is now both known and seen
 There is nothing in between!
 Evil quests for the unknowns
 But her beauty she enthrones!
 She doth no more her viewers taunt
 Beyond her garden wall to vaunt
 To trespass on her property
 For all is there so plain to see!
 They're not piqued to push their way
 Thru' foliage dense to see what lay
 Beyond the hedge nor o'er the wall
 For all lies bare at beck and call!
 Why should I climb my neighbour's fence
 When he's not barred my view from thence!
 For now I have no need to tread
 And trespass to his lady's bed
 Nor climb her mounds for better look
 Whilst all is clear as in a book!
 For naught lies now 'twixt me and thine
 To gaze upon thy lovely vine
 I need but cast a casual glance
 And pass her way with naught askance!
 I go upon my merry way
 I've seen the entire scene today!
 With treasured mem'ry homeward bound
 To climb upon my own young mound!
 No need to prey and to offend,
 This openness I recommend!
 You need not honour sacrifice
 Just let man's open view suffice!
 For oftentimes such wall and hedge
 But aggravate, I do allege,
 And signs that say, "Do not trespass!"
 The more provoke to see, alas!
 Where if you'd not obstruct the view
 I'd be the more obliged to you!
 Let's have no hiding hedges now,
 Nor warding walls, to this we vow!
 'Twere better far for us to share
 Our lovely view of pretties bare
 Than hide for us alone to see
 In selfishness and privacy!
 So let them look in fancy free
 Upon your female bon beautie!
 Instead of tempting to trespass,
 Let's have a look at you, fair lass!
 For to look we all are prone--
 Just let us see and leave alone!
 For if all men are just like me
 We like to view our wonders free!
 We don't want to bother you,
 We just want to see the view!
 We'll then pass to other scene
 Content with what we've only seen.
 Methinks 'twere better to unveil
 These hidden beauties ere they pale
 And let be seen to all enjoy
 So that their loveliness may cloy
 And let be shared by every eye
 To lessen wont to steal and lie
 And trespass on some mountain peak
 The news of which is bound to leak!
 Let's tread our own and not another's
 Or we may have too many mothers!
 And so we'll gladly share our own
 And hope to view our neighbour's zone!
 We'll be most happy to display
 Our property that others may
 Enjoy the view that we can see
 Of all her pretties well as we!
 Methinks this rule be better far
 And in such way the fashion bar
 Of crude display of coarse crevasse
 By some near unskirted lass!
 That tempteth men with low desire
 To plumb her depths beneath with spire!
 Or else be nigh repulsed with spasm
 By sinking sight of stinking chasm!
 So lift your eyes unto the hills
 And set your thoughts on rocks and rills
 And keep your mind on things above
 And let your heart be filled with love!
 Let's hope for nobler, loftier scene
 And lower parts from mankind screen!
 Let's have top, midriff revealed
 Not bottomless abyss unsealed!
 I guess I'll take what I can get!
 Enjoy each view, that you can bet!
 For there are those who'd plant a kiss
 Upon each passing friendly miss
 And if you'd show a friendly nipple
 they 'd kiss that too without a ripple!
 They'd satisfy the bearer too
 As each new mountain heaved in view,
 And they'd not stop, but ask for more
 Until they've made of you a whore
 Give you a parting friendly squeeze
 Leave you with nothing but a sneeze!
 So let the barers thus beware
 Of other bold ones that would dare
 Imbed the distaff of their pride
 In virgin soil beyond the tide!
 Some dauntless might desire for more
 And daily dream to you explore
 To claim some new discovery
 And leave it will posterity!
 So you watch out, my maiden fair!
 For if you choose to beauties bare
 Don't let some drag you to their lair
 And plant that distaff you know where!
 Be on the lookout for each knave
 Who'd leave his mark within your cave!
 Please save the touching for your own
 If you want mounts for him alone!
 Copyright (c) 1998 by The Family
 
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