A Poem for Bia

Day 2,174, 01:55 • Published in USA USA • by Dogpyle
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"You don't love me, anymore"
He heard as she cried
"Your attention has waned, can't you feel my pain?"
"The epic has surely died"
He tried to reason, and pointed out
That the flame still burned inside
It was a normal thing, this flow and ebb
As they rode a lover's tide
He held her face, between his hands
And looked deep into her eyes
She felt the pull, as he kissed her soul
And she began to realize
Without pain, there can't be pleasure
With no lows there are no highs
And what better this love, from awesome to epic
Than to have 'meh', to dead inside?



With an almost vengeance, her soul kissed back
Their passion once again ablaze
They disappeared, from the online game
And weren't seen again for days
Their time together, was spent in bliss
The love both pure and raw
To consume, absorb, and devour
Was their only law
Days and weeks, months and years
Passed by without a crawl
Dogpyle and Bia, in their lovers trance
Were oblivious to it all



At long last, they did return
Though their lust not fully quenched
They teased in shouts, and PM's
To the chagrin of a many wench
All the boys and all the men, all were truly mad
They had missed their chance, the desire to see
Bia, scantily clad

All this whimsy, all this wit,
Brought on by a playful pout
That Dogpyle's lust, and Dogpyle's love
Should never be in doubt
And that's the end, my foes and friends
I hope you've had a stitch
Let it be known, both far and wide
That Bia's my love, my lust, my Bitch


Peace, Love, and Happiness. Dogpyle out.