An apple from the heavens,
a magickal gift.
Given from my angel.
A bite from him,
a bite from me,
such an erotic act.
Hot bodies mesh.
Apple nibbles,
now become neck nibbles.
My magickal apple,
at last,
returned my love.
Wandering hands explore,
tongues arouse.
Hard bodies,
wet bodies.
His entrance,
now we are inseparable.
My magick apple,
at last,
happiness is mine,
my angel is back in my arms.
A contest entry
- Pure Fantasy in Imagination ..... by nature mithya.
650 points, ended February 20, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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brilliant
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it's been a long time since i have been to your page! i absolutely love this one! the imagery of the magick apple makes me melt


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Nice! The apple is a powerful mythic image that you have employed effectively!



