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The First Of Many
Petals fall softly around her feet, her dance is without a pattern, yet the air that carries the body above has yet to notice... The silken linens removed once worn in a sacred time, now fallen among the floor boards, discarded to be used never again... A naked body before him awaiting, dipped in finest of perfumes... Honey dust sprinkled upon the breast for the taste upon the tongue and strawberry wine to pour into the navel...She beckons him, come lie with me, may I wait no longer for my lover to take what is his... A glance of his eye and the beauty that stands before him consumes his thoughts, he is taken captive in her eyes, her love penetrates the inner courts of his soul and he becomes a man unmasked before his bride, vulnerable... Entangled bodies, moving in the motions of love become one, desire surpassed lust of the flesh and man made love with his wife....
By: R Fuller 5/16/13
By: R Fuller 5/16/13
Published 17th May 2013
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6th Feb 2014 7:21pm
Great piece sweets!!!
Awesome read Ms. Blueeyes!!
Keep swinging that pen!!
Sir Lancelott
visit me sometime
Awesome read Ms. Blueeyes!!
Keep swinging that pen!!
Sir Lancelott
visit me sometime
23rd Feb 2014 7:08am
21st Mar 2014 8:06pm
Lovely wedding night description of a bride. Has a ring of Song of Solomon about it, especially as the Song speaks of the woman's navel as "a goblet of win".
22nd Mar 2014 4:18pm
thank you, i wanted to espress the beauty of her virginity and his exceptance by taking his mask away of preconcieved male role models to real love...
