rm_WickedFemale 62F
1163 posts
7/20/2005 4:46 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm


The door is closed
the lights turned down
he shivers in anticipation
imaging what thoughts live
behind her dark brown sparkling eyes
and measured touch
she weaves her spell
of comforting distress
watching him writhe
hearing him breathe
and reaching out
the fires within join
to tell the story
senses alone can not
in a world that few will ever know
she captures what is her's
and in that.....
sets it free.

Hairyhoneyman 58
9 posts
7/21/2005 10:29 am

And from afar
he inhales her fires
bringing him back from the edge
touching her aura,
smelling her scents
she surges bodily now
mind and spirit then
her eyes look unto Shakti

rm_anacortes 74M
2850 posts
7/21/2005 3:57 pm

In the dim haze he lights incense.. and slowly waves it..(banishing)..he prepares the sacred site by moving away all the clutter and rolls out a soft foam mat..in a moment of magick he devines whether the occasion is auspicious for them to "dance"..

AAAAaaaaaaaaaa yes it is.. he quietly departs to do the "ritual bath" not taking long he returns and silently hands her a thin sheer robe and indicates that she should do likewise.

Her return the goddess is feeling her lower chakras start to pulse and warm..he begins to touch her to celibrate her as she she does to him... More and more energy is generated until the moment of Sederunt... and then..

EdgeofdesireM 47M

7/22/2005 10:50 am

A wide smile of appreciation for this craft of words Wikked. The freedom found in desire's captivity. Well done.

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