The patterns ran through her
Framing pictures,feelings,scents in mind's eye
Struggling with the conflicts
Tumbling in her very soul
Just a mortal man
Had sent her on this twisted course
Far beyond the borders
Of all she knew
The journey she had taken
Starting at first touch
When all she knew
All control
Wilted like a tissue in the pouring rain
As he laid her bare
On a tide of passion that had no end
Until she felt him deep
Knowing she would always be this way
With him
Stripped of all the veils and magic
Leaving her one and only one
Course to take
To mark him as hers alone
Hmmm. And how will she do that?
ReplyDeleteSo, what's up with Entrecard?
Joyce
http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/
I am just a mortal male..so as usual I am clueless on how it is done Joyce.... :)
ReplyDeleteNice. I enjoy your blog. Thanks for the writing... very evocative.
ReplyDeletehehe mortals can determine crucial outcomes :).
ReplyDeleteat crucial times they can..when touched by beautiful member of the mystic people... :)
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