We'd wander in utter calm, whispering sentences that made no sense to the gods above us, but we knew exactly what each other meant. You were made for me by the hands of Aries, shifting his war power into your fiery soul. And when I drank in your divine essence, simply smiling along the way, I'd pay tribute to you with my knees as an altar and my hands as torches burning up your abdomen.
We'd digress in an instant, wondering for that moment what it would be like to make love under a golden glowing moon in a pagoda-gazebo somewhere in the Chinese forests of one thousand years ago...
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Contest by UnbreakableSoul.
500 points, ended November 8, 8 entries
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~~~Exquisitely Written~~~
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Thanks! I'm glad ya like it.
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wicked and romantic... S1 last line rocks...but so does that pagoda trick in S2
but wait...is that the First Decan of Aries (lovers hands....) or the sun si...uhh...blonde question.
cool pen
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Thanks for reading, dear. Hehehe!
Glad ya liked it. (I adooooooore pagodas.....by the way.)
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Very poetic and romantic as well as sensual! Tender and heartfelt......feelings we can all identify with. I really like the image of going back in time!
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Thanks so much! Glad ya liked it.
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