The night did not still, it was a current that raced through me without mercy. Stealing my very breath, taking me to a journey that seems to have no logic, no boundaries in of its self. Pure erotic chaos that ripples, it surges with every pulse of my heart, every quickened breath I draw.
The night of pure rapture and abandonment, losing my self in the arms of the man that has laid his claim upon me... the one that enriches my life, challenging me to new heights and distances. His hands travel my body and it responds. His voice a velvet whisper against my ear and I quiver, his copper eyes rake over my body, I whimper.
Again he took me into his arms and showed me the stars. By passing all the moons, going far and beyond the planes of reality.
Dawn comes and its voice that wakes me from my slumber, the sweet kiss of the lar torvis rays touch upon our naked flesh and all feels right. Gone are the shadows of the night, and yet their sweet seduction still lingers in the air. The whispers shared between lovers mingle with the sweet fragrance that wafts into the room from the open winds.
The Thassan sweetened air drifts in, and while the sweat still lingers upon the lovers entwined with one another drifting to sleep again was easy.
The day was spent, in the furs with one another. Learning each delicate feature, exploring each new found place. Creating love, making love, giving into the heat sparked between them.
The night falls upon them again and still they cannot part from one another. Caught in the arms of rapture. Held tangled so sweetly in the webs that they have woven together.
Rages does the tempest and rarius with in the scared walls of the Siren's lair. There their passions are explored, their they are free to give into one another. Find one another, giving into the sinful, pure, raw, natural physical natures of their sexes...
Again, the gales drew them together. It was not by mistake they ran into one another. It was not by mistake their eyes met from across the room, like a familiar story from a long ago time, there was a connection. The hidden needs, the political dance in public.
But flaunt does the peacock male, in all his grandeur. His tail feathers are plumed and the female is drawn to him, captivated by the display of his colors... but its not the flash and glitz that has won her... no... no
For the tempest is not swayed so easily... it was the man that she found under it all. It is the man that has captured her heart and stole her breath. It is the man that is now the 'Keeper of her Heart.'
His woman, for as long as he shall have her.
Love is a deep and mysterious emotion that has many shades and many different levels, so mysterious is she that falls into love, drowning in the intoxicating thrill that it takes her through. Addicting it is... and then with the wonderful evil of Lust that adds to the burning fuel...
The lusting for one another, be it from the ultimate in displays of affections to the smallest and most simple of things too many take for granted... they lust for one another.
Complete is the tempest... but she does not calm... instead she rages more. Her gales are fierce, her prowless is relentless...
The night of pure rapture and abandonment, losing my self in the arms of the man that has laid his claim upon me... the one that enriches my life, challenging me to new heights and distances. His hands travel my body and it responds. His voice a velvet whisper against my ear and I quiver, his copper eyes rake over my body, I whimper.
Again he took me into his arms and showed me the stars. By passing all the moons, going far and beyond the planes of reality.
Dawn comes and its voice that wakes me from my slumber, the sweet kiss of the lar torvis rays touch upon our naked flesh and all feels right. Gone are the shadows of the night, and yet their sweet seduction still lingers in the air. The whispers shared between lovers mingle with the sweet fragrance that wafts into the room from the open winds.
The Thassan sweetened air drifts in, and while the sweat still lingers upon the lovers entwined with one another drifting to sleep again was easy.
The day was spent, in the furs with one another. Learning each delicate feature, exploring each new found place. Creating love, making love, giving into the heat sparked between them.
The night falls upon them again and still they cannot part from one another. Caught in the arms of rapture. Held tangled so sweetly in the webs that they have woven together.
Rages does the tempest and rarius with in the scared walls of the Siren's lair. There their passions are explored, their they are free to give into one another. Find one another, giving into the sinful, pure, raw, natural physical natures of their sexes...
Again, the gales drew them together. It was not by mistake they ran into one another. It was not by mistake their eyes met from across the room, like a familiar story from a long ago time, there was a connection. The hidden needs, the political dance in public.
But flaunt does the peacock male, in all his grandeur. His tail feathers are plumed and the female is drawn to him, captivated by the display of his colors... but its not the flash and glitz that has won her... no... no
For the tempest is not swayed so easily... it was the man that she found under it all. It is the man that has captured her heart and stole her breath. It is the man that is now the 'Keeper of her Heart.'
His woman, for as long as he shall have her.
Love is a deep and mysterious emotion that has many shades and many different levels, so mysterious is she that falls into love, drowning in the intoxicating thrill that it takes her through. Addicting it is... and then with the wonderful evil of Lust that adds to the burning fuel...
The lusting for one another, be it from the ultimate in displays of affections to the smallest and most simple of things too many take for granted... they lust for one another.
Complete is the tempest... but she does not calm... instead she rages more. Her gales are fierce, her prowless is relentless...
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