Post by goldenmyst on Sept 9, 2022 16:34:32 GMT -6
Flutters In The Pool Of Illucid Ogle - Story
She wears the bikini of the butterfly club. The psych nurse sunbathes on a floating mattress in the hospital pool. This is lucky for the lad whose kaleidoscopic nature is a sensual psychedelia. But she is no hallucination when beauty comes into focus.
Her golden heat seeps into molten flesh with her supple thighs glazed in lotion that glows with prismatic allure. She lies in supernatural spectacle like a Pre-Raphaelite vision where the luster of angelic beatitude shines as bright as the Milky Way. Her fiery mane cascades in waves of ecstasy dangling on the edge of forever.
Her jade eyes sparkle with sensual fury in midnight paroxysms of supernal delight. Her dragon tattoo rises from the sacred triangle like a harbinger of unearthly pleasures a promise of what lies beneath where paradise beckons in luscious splendor. She is a surfer girl of an alternate reality.
She says, “Goddess worshipping won’t get you out of your noon Haldol shot.”
I reply, “Let me float with you in a drugless state of mind for just a murmur of a dream.”
“I am flattered but your med schedule must be adhered to strictly. The therapeutic effect needs punctuality.”
“Your beauty is the pill for what ails me.”
“You are a persistent brat. I tell you what, you can watch me rise from this water in full view of my posterior if you promise to be at the nurse’s station promptly at noon for your injection.”
“That is a deal made in heaven. But can I watch you dry off as well?”
“You are pushing the nurse and patient boundaries but what the heck. I can dig that my beauty has a synaptic effect beneficial to your overall mental health. So you can gaze to your heart’s content. I won’t put it in your record.”
“Nurse Sunshine, you are the best.”
“Just don’t ask me for a post discharge date. Now look in my direction for your viewing pleasure.”
She wears the bikini of the butterfly club. The psych nurse sunbathes on a floating mattress in the hospital pool. This is lucky for the lad whose kaleidoscopic nature is a sensual psychedelia. But she is no hallucination when beauty comes into focus.
Her golden heat seeps into molten flesh with her supple thighs glazed in lotion that glows with prismatic allure. She lies in supernatural spectacle like a Pre-Raphaelite vision where the luster of angelic beatitude shines as bright as the Milky Way. Her fiery mane cascades in waves of ecstasy dangling on the edge of forever.
Her jade eyes sparkle with sensual fury in midnight paroxysms of supernal delight. Her dragon tattoo rises from the sacred triangle like a harbinger of unearthly pleasures a promise of what lies beneath where paradise beckons in luscious splendor. She is a surfer girl of an alternate reality.
She says, “Goddess worshipping won’t get you out of your noon Haldol shot.”
I reply, “Let me float with you in a drugless state of mind for just a murmur of a dream.”
“I am flattered but your med schedule must be adhered to strictly. The therapeutic effect needs punctuality.”
“Your beauty is the pill for what ails me.”
“You are a persistent brat. I tell you what, you can watch me rise from this water in full view of my posterior if you promise to be at the nurse’s station promptly at noon for your injection.”
“That is a deal made in heaven. But can I watch you dry off as well?”
“You are pushing the nurse and patient boundaries but what the heck. I can dig that my beauty has a synaptic effect beneficial to your overall mental health. So you can gaze to your heart’s content. I won’t put it in your record.”
“Nurse Sunshine, you are the best.”
“Just don’t ask me for a post discharge date. Now look in my direction for your viewing pleasure.”
