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The breathtaking motion of the blend
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The breathtaking motion of the blend |
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Zyell Member
since 2000-07-28
Posts 121USA |
In a luminous circle of cherry black, eyes of azure simmer. The shine, a possession of moon’s dark side, reveals the suede keeper’s desires. I am the hunger born in a Woman’s womb, an Ancient goddess swimming in a stream of pensive thoughts. Dwelling, once, as a Java black decay, mortal, I abused the powers of magic to appease the fancy for lust. The god’s of Blazing Sun, restrained the defiance with lariat braids of silver and gold. In the gleam of muted shadows, for a thousand years, they’ve imprisoned my soul. Traveling through time, night creatures with jeweled bodies and beaded wings, speak to me of mystical seasons. Come they taunt, veer into this forest of reflection, see the bodies of a singular grace entwine. Weeping, luxuriously, caressing the heart-ache of an exuberant fool, I yearn to touch, to taste, to be the vision, the breathtaking motion of the blend. Life is an adventure |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
My God this was visually and mystically breathtaking! Take a bow hon... *Applause* This was brilliant!  Isis *War produces one thing - Cemetaries. And in cemetaries there are no enemies!* |
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Zyell Member
since 2000-07-28
Posts 121USA |
Isis, that was a wonderful reply, thank you so much, YOU made my DAY~! *S* Z Life is an adventure |
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