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The Aurora
Once upon a time there was a story only a Bard could tell, We started out walking through the woods arm and arm whispering those sounds that are ever so loud in the quietness of the trees...the leaves seem to muffle them out..this path is well worn because we have shared this trip many times, here and in mind..young rabbits hustled down in the grass eyes peering thru makes this walk a serenading step into the future. Feel the love that transcends from our inner spirit, it seems to blend so evenly, our skin tingling from the breeze that goes in between the trees, an owl looks over us..the old wise one....
The castle can be seen in the distance, candles in the windows give it that dark cold wet appearance while in the shadow of the moon.. my beautiful, my equal to life, this walk has made me have many thoughts, as on the loft. me and you and this land we call our resting spot, the meadows outlined by forest, the path and the river dark and mirror like that seems to move with us on our journey back to the castle. we stand and turn to each other warm with desire touching lips and caressing the fine outline of your body is the most beautiful sensation, the ground feels like it is turning as to teleport us to ecstasy, just you and I and the universe.
I carry the staff of wizardry which protects us from unpleasantries and annoyances so our true focus will be on the oblivion of our togetherness...My fine offering to my maiden is the power of nice walks and gentle touching and a future sincerity of love and devotion..we are nearing the castle...soon the drawbridge...the reflection of the moonstone is still seen to the east as if waiting for us to cross through.
While kissing you sends energy to my being and makes our bond unbreakable..my dark haired lass. how i would like to take you down to the depths of the dungeon and frolic savagely like two lions underneath the fur blanketed bed...being ravished until you explode...my maiden, I await you..please continue with me...we turn and continue down the path .... to the moonstone where the circle of stones lay.
Once upon a time there was a story only a Bard could tell, We started out walking through the woods arm and arm whispering those sounds that are ever so loud in the quietness of the trees...the leaves seem to muffle them out..this path is well worn because we have shared this trip many times, here and in mind..young rabbits hustled down in the grass eyes peering thru makes this walk a serenading step into the future. Feel the love that transcends from our inner spirit, it seems to blend so evenly, our skin tingling from the breeze that goes in between the trees, an owl looks over us..the old wise one....
The castle can be seen in the distance, candles in the windows give it that dark cold wet appearance while in the shadow of the moon.. my beautiful, my equal to life, this walk has made me have many thoughts, as on the loft. me and you and this land we call our resting spot, the meadows outlined by forest, the path and the river dark and mirror like that seems to move with us on our journey back to the castle. we stand and turn to each other warm with desire touching lips and caressing the fine outline of your body is the most beautiful sensation, the ground feels like it is turning as to teleport us to ecstasy, just you and I and the universe.
I carry the staff of wizardry which protects us from unpleasantries and annoyances so our true focus will be on the oblivion of our togetherness...My fine offering to my maiden is the power of nice walks and gentle touching and a future sincerity of love and devotion..we are nearing the castle...soon the drawbridge...the reflection of the moonstone is still seen to the east as if waiting for us to cross through.
While kissing you sends energy to my being and makes our bond unbreakable..my dark haired lass. how i would like to take you down to the depths of the dungeon and frolic savagely like two lions underneath the fur blanketed bed...being ravished until you explode...my maiden, I await you..please continue with me...we turn and continue down the path .... to the moonstone where the circle of stones lay.
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