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The Poet And His Muse Part XII: Enchanted By Words
The Poet And His Muse Part XII: Enchanted By Words The poet paces the room looking from muse to desk. His eyes narrow dangerously and a half smile parts his lips. Choices. The muse looks to him in wonder. The poet moves to the oaken desk takes quill to hand and penetrates the ink bottle with its tip, and becomes a blur of motion from parchment to bottle then back to parchment. His words painted to page images of carnal pleasure, pleasing every aspect of body and soul to uncontrolable levels. The script was not a beautiful image but hard stroked letters portraying a litany of penetrating words, and deep did they delve. The parchment ravished with each of the quills passing the poets eyes here but not. His eyes come up to meet his muses and oh how she sighed in delight, her hands moved just as fluid as his words, the quill held her strings of desire and each word moved her hands as if bewitched by a poetic puppeteer. The poets gaze kept upon his muse and his words filled the page with seductive abandon, her voiced pleasure rised to become heavens choir in other wise silent chambers. Orgasm erupted from her body as title was put to page. "Enchanted By Words." Stars upon Stars.. |
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Dark erotic poetry is as sensual as the melodic ones poet. Where harness penetrates velvet caverns the balance of light and dark are welcome. Now come and slip into the Goddess' nectar poet and get lost in her magic.
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