Post by goldenmyst on Sept 7, 2018 3:03:24 GMT -6
Resurrection Angel
High on a narrow bluff road I grasp a handrail and dodge a bus as it passes. I descend on a terraced lane in an easy saunter with my feet on the edge of the cliff.
I ascend a bridge over Old Man River. My barefoot saunter takes me over the muddy water towards a deep green forest. On the downward slope, I see a policewoman. She is a petite brunet with a short ponytail. She holds a blackberry device in her svelte hand. She encodes a ticket for my forbidden pedestrian jaunt on a vehicle only bridge.
I plead my poverty with beggar’s tears. With her soft smile she grants me pardon of my transgression. I wander on in shoeless sorrow. My sad eyes gaze upon the live oaken shade of the woodland I once called home. I seek a father who no longer lives. I am alone in my tombstone world.
I wander a moonlit nature preserve. The eroded loess gates to Eden lead me into a shadowy garden where the dream of love blossoms.
A maiden joins me there. She plays me like an otter. Her hand bathes against my arm. She invites me to swim in deeper water. We kiss and conspire atop a bluff. She desires to disrobe in fit of femininity. I forbid nudity. We roll and frolic as she grasps my zipper.
She slips from my embrace and plummets down the cliff. I descend with thousand star grief and carry my sleeping beauty who no kiss can awaken. I feel her heartbeat steady and strong. I bear her body into the care of a doctor whose magic potion coaxes her eyes open.
Her first words are “Was I gone, long love?”
Holding back tears I reply “No, not long my sweetness.” This lady of the night leads me to her sisters of midnight Eden who gather in moonlit gowns in a field of dark grassy green where colors blur in a Monet dream. Their mirth is born into smiles and chatter.
I gaze over a stream into the heart of womanhood. My auburn hair nymph sees my naughty eyes and strides on winged feet to where I stand entranced. She collects her dress in folds as she crosses the creek in barefoot bliss.
She peers into my soul wherein she sees my hunger and grants my desire. She offers her body to me on this mystic night. Her hypnotist hands hawk circle on my derriere flesh in deepening gyrations.
With each mounting minute, my pulse quickens until her touch strengthens coaxing my need with wanton knead into carnal greed. Her fingers send ripples through my moons which consume me in waves of fire. She dabs my eyes with her sleep potion and I am consumed by darkness.
When I awaken, I am seated at a table in the temple of Aphrodite. Girls in virgin white dresses sit around me at tables arrayed with candles. Lit wicks illuminate the haunted night in the cavernous church of the Annunciation.
Angelic maidens rise from their seats. They process down the aisles holding flame tipped wax rods. They gather around my table like a flock of doves and pray for my survival. The Goddess whispers to me in my Gethsemane night. Her acolytes circle me in a wreath of women.
The Priestess of this pagan mass stands on the altar at her pulpit. She ignites a bowl of incense and breathes the scented smoke. I inhale frankincense and myrrh deep in the witching hour of her midnight magic.
The girls cloaked in Easter lily gowns cast their feminine spell. They lay their soft hands upon my head to bring me comfort in the hour of my deepest need.
I feel the flutter of their silken fingers as they grasp my arms. They lead me to the bath where stripped of my clothes the wren girls anoint my sacred stones in holy water. My loins rejoice. The wet kiss of their touch upon my bare skin leaves fingerprints deep within.
They embrace my nakedness in a ring of votresses. The contact high of their estrogen scent takes me into deep delirium. They wash me of my sins. My tarnished soul is made a deep sky blue.
After my ritual cleansing comes my shower with beads of water raining upon my supple body in my hydrotherapy. Steam bathes me in deep heat. My eyes close in Buddhahood.
The shower of liquid pearls stops when I peer at her hand on the faucet. Her fingers are delicate as fine china. My forest nymph who brought me here is clad in panties.
We are two birds in a nuptial pose. I wrap a towel around my boyish hips. We hug with her bare breasts pressed into my chest.
My hands roam her bluesy shoulder deltas. Her husky moan makes my heart pound. I breathe deep her sunset fragrance.
She holds me in her tight embrace for eons of intimacy as the hourglass sands trickle into the dream of forever.
When morning comes, her face is sprinkled in fairy dust. Her eyes shimmer like star clusters clouded by nebulae afloat in the galactic night. Each blink is a glimmer from heaven. But her smile is dipped in a sun shower softness born of a banana taste. The curtains of our living quarters are swept open to sunlight in the dawn of her the priestess to my mad heart. The gloss of her lipstick tickles my eyes into a trance.
But her dog has a roaming spirit which leads him out the front door and into the lushness of nature’s bounty. She prances in his wake and follows him to the lake of dreams. There this Great Dane plunged into the crystal water on a vision quest for canine cooling on this hot summer day. She gathers her skirt and wades in with her legs lapped by the waves.
Soon she is up to her waist with her panties soaked and her dress raised above her navel. Then she swims like a river nymph with her scissor kicks propelling her behind her Noble Dane. Her frock clings to her derriere like the frosting on a cake ready to be licked off. Her twin moons bob like golden delicious apples in a barrel.
I am her disciple who swims beside her as her protector from mortal perils until her pet treads water and she stands in the shallow pool of liquid gold. Witnessed only by her domesticated Dane, I become her knight with her my courtly lady upon whose lipstick pout I shower kisses. She giggles like the fairy queen whose eyes are anointed by the love juice to fall in love.
High on a narrow bluff road I grasp a handrail and dodge a bus as it passes. I descend on a terraced lane in an easy saunter with my feet on the edge of the cliff.
I ascend a bridge over Old Man River. My barefoot saunter takes me over the muddy water towards a deep green forest. On the downward slope, I see a policewoman. She is a petite brunet with a short ponytail. She holds a blackberry device in her svelte hand. She encodes a ticket for my forbidden pedestrian jaunt on a vehicle only bridge.
I plead my poverty with beggar’s tears. With her soft smile she grants me pardon of my transgression. I wander on in shoeless sorrow. My sad eyes gaze upon the live oaken shade of the woodland I once called home. I seek a father who no longer lives. I am alone in my tombstone world.
I wander a moonlit nature preserve. The eroded loess gates to Eden lead me into a shadowy garden where the dream of love blossoms.
A maiden joins me there. She plays me like an otter. Her hand bathes against my arm. She invites me to swim in deeper water. We kiss and conspire atop a bluff. She desires to disrobe in fit of femininity. I forbid nudity. We roll and frolic as she grasps my zipper.
She slips from my embrace and plummets down the cliff. I descend with thousand star grief and carry my sleeping beauty who no kiss can awaken. I feel her heartbeat steady and strong. I bear her body into the care of a doctor whose magic potion coaxes her eyes open.
Her first words are “Was I gone, long love?”
Holding back tears I reply “No, not long my sweetness.” This lady of the night leads me to her sisters of midnight Eden who gather in moonlit gowns in a field of dark grassy green where colors blur in a Monet dream. Their mirth is born into smiles and chatter.
I gaze over a stream into the heart of womanhood. My auburn hair nymph sees my naughty eyes and strides on winged feet to where I stand entranced. She collects her dress in folds as she crosses the creek in barefoot bliss.
She peers into my soul wherein she sees my hunger and grants my desire. She offers her body to me on this mystic night. Her hypnotist hands hawk circle on my derriere flesh in deepening gyrations.
With each mounting minute, my pulse quickens until her touch strengthens coaxing my need with wanton knead into carnal greed. Her fingers send ripples through my moons which consume me in waves of fire. She dabs my eyes with her sleep potion and I am consumed by darkness.
When I awaken, I am seated at a table in the temple of Aphrodite. Girls in virgin white dresses sit around me at tables arrayed with candles. Lit wicks illuminate the haunted night in the cavernous church of the Annunciation.
Angelic maidens rise from their seats. They process down the aisles holding flame tipped wax rods. They gather around my table like a flock of doves and pray for my survival. The Goddess whispers to me in my Gethsemane night. Her acolytes circle me in a wreath of women.
The Priestess of this pagan mass stands on the altar at her pulpit. She ignites a bowl of incense and breathes the scented smoke. I inhale frankincense and myrrh deep in the witching hour of her midnight magic.
The girls cloaked in Easter lily gowns cast their feminine spell. They lay their soft hands upon my head to bring me comfort in the hour of my deepest need.
I feel the flutter of their silken fingers as they grasp my arms. They lead me to the bath where stripped of my clothes the wren girls anoint my sacred stones in holy water. My loins rejoice. The wet kiss of their touch upon my bare skin leaves fingerprints deep within.
They embrace my nakedness in a ring of votresses. The contact high of their estrogen scent takes me into deep delirium. They wash me of my sins. My tarnished soul is made a deep sky blue.
After my ritual cleansing comes my shower with beads of water raining upon my supple body in my hydrotherapy. Steam bathes me in deep heat. My eyes close in Buddhahood.
The shower of liquid pearls stops when I peer at her hand on the faucet. Her fingers are delicate as fine china. My forest nymph who brought me here is clad in panties.
We are two birds in a nuptial pose. I wrap a towel around my boyish hips. We hug with her bare breasts pressed into my chest.
My hands roam her bluesy shoulder deltas. Her husky moan makes my heart pound. I breathe deep her sunset fragrance.
She holds me in her tight embrace for eons of intimacy as the hourglass sands trickle into the dream of forever.
When morning comes, her face is sprinkled in fairy dust. Her eyes shimmer like star clusters clouded by nebulae afloat in the galactic night. Each blink is a glimmer from heaven. But her smile is dipped in a sun shower softness born of a banana taste. The curtains of our living quarters are swept open to sunlight in the dawn of her the priestess to my mad heart. The gloss of her lipstick tickles my eyes into a trance.
But her dog has a roaming spirit which leads him out the front door and into the lushness of nature’s bounty. She prances in his wake and follows him to the lake of dreams. There this Great Dane plunged into the crystal water on a vision quest for canine cooling on this hot summer day. She gathers her skirt and wades in with her legs lapped by the waves.
Soon she is up to her waist with her panties soaked and her dress raised above her navel. Then she swims like a river nymph with her scissor kicks propelling her behind her Noble Dane. Her frock clings to her derriere like the frosting on a cake ready to be licked off. Her twin moons bob like golden delicious apples in a barrel.
I am her disciple who swims beside her as her protector from mortal perils until her pet treads water and she stands in the shallow pool of liquid gold. Witnessed only by her domesticated Dane, I become her knight with her my courtly lady upon whose lipstick pout I shower kisses. She giggles like the fairy queen whose eyes are anointed by the love juice to fall in love.
