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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



Copyright (c) 1998 by The Family