Post by goldenmyst on Sept 26, 2018 0:10:28 GMT -6
Midnight Priestess - Dream
After our swim in the lake, I follow in her wake back to dry land and to her suburban home. She disrobes and hangs her clothes out to dry in the backyard like a housewife from years gone by. We sit together in her living room in the embrace of darkness thick enough for a butter knife. She dons her apron and moons me with her pertness.
Her wild-haired smile is the opiate of my night. I drink in her grin like Eucharistic wine from her burgundy stained lips. Life is born in the smile of her eyes where stardust sparkles in the river of moonlight which washes her face in harvest wonder. My heart beats to her lilt as words bounce from her glossy lips to stir my eardrums with magical vibrations and incantations. Like millions of stars tickling my heart her sound waves turn into love particles which penetrate my caverns like mantras deepening into me and singing me into bliss.
My intellect is eclipsed by her pure emotions untainted by reason or logic. Her spell rolls into me as though she were penetrating me as a man does a woman.
Her tongue teases me with a ballet of licorice sign language. Her candy lashes the midnight until in the darkness I feel the whip of her lick.
After our swim in the lake, I follow in her wake back to dry land and to her suburban home. She disrobes and hangs her clothes out to dry in the backyard like a housewife from years gone by. We sit together in her living room in the embrace of darkness thick enough for a butter knife. She dons her apron and moons me with her pertness.
Her wild-haired smile is the opiate of my night. I drink in her grin like Eucharistic wine from her burgundy stained lips. Life is born in the smile of her eyes where stardust sparkles in the river of moonlight which washes her face in harvest wonder. My heart beats to her lilt as words bounce from her glossy lips to stir my eardrums with magical vibrations and incantations. Like millions of stars tickling my heart her sound waves turn into love particles which penetrate my caverns like mantras deepening into me and singing me into bliss.
My intellect is eclipsed by her pure emotions untainted by reason or logic. Her spell rolls into me as though she were penetrating me as a man does a woman.
Her tongue teases me with a ballet of licorice sign language. Her candy lashes the midnight until in the darkness I feel the whip of her lick.
Everyone have a great weekend!!!!