Poets Request

Returning back to the entrance confirmed that the spell worked just fine and I unloaded all the stuff besides the potions into the wooden chest I had brought over last time. It was small barely two books side by side but it should fit all the stuff inside.

Now the question stood whether or not to bring all the stuff back or leave it here for now. Thinking about the silent molester waiting for me each time I decided to take it with me after all, it was also the main reason I decided not to explore the last two tunnels.

As going through that embarrassing scenario again wasn’t worth it for me. I still had to blush at his audacity as I remembered the letter he left.

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In the silence of the twilight's glow,

A letter penned with a careful flow,

From a hunter whose desires burn,

To a nun whose heart might yearn.

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Dear Lady of the Sacred Veil,

In shadows where the secrets sail,

I write to you with humble plea,

A question cloaked in reverie.

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In your presence, pure and still,

A yearning stirs, a potent thrill.

Your form, so graceful, soft, and fair,

Has sparked a wish I hardly dare.

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In whispers of the night, I dream,

Of passions where our spirits gleam.

And if it pleases you, so kind,

Might I seek what’s on your mind?

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In reverence, I seek a sign,

To venture where our paths align.

Should you find within your grace,

The space to share a closer embrace,

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I ask with heart both earnest and true,

If I might indulge in what’s long due,

To explore with you in sacred rite,

A union forged in tender night.

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For in this plea, I seek your grace,

To find in your embrace a place.

In shadows soft where wishes blend,

Might I request where desires wend?

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Yours in quiet hope and dream,

A hunter’s heart, a gentle gleam.

In patience, I await your sign,

To know if your heart might entwine.

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He definitely took alot more effort writing this one.

It was actually kind of sweet if it wasn’t for the fact that he is basically asking if he could fuck me.

Well as I won’t be going there again it didn’t matter much anymore.

I even felt kind of bad, through not enough to let him have my ass.