Recently, i've shared the origin of my writings with a friend whom i'm elated to acknowledge as an ardent reader of my blog.
This, however, is the night that birthed the appreciation and significance of nature ;more so the full-moon. Having been privileged to listen to some personal interesting stories of another friend. I'm now compelled to treat life and its ingredients differently through which i've noted some of my very own fond memories.
She sat relaxed in a fine, wooden piece of furniture. The "chair of bliss", she called it and willingly allowed her thoughts to "engulf" the radiant, luminous figure which stood erect in the moonlight sky.The full, pale yellow beauty immediately reminded her of someone. Whom i'm sure is smiling wherever he is.His name escaped her lips... Completely aware of the phenomenal effect it has on him. Eyes a glow and legs clasped firmly together, only the heavens knew what she thought of there after!
this was written, truly, to express some gratitude based upon what we spoke about. Intrigued, he had asked for another part which i, surprisingly, whipped up in a jiffy!
Her name whispered!" was a clear, soft masculine, familiar voice. Little did she know that her dreams were yet to be realized when a warm, all ecstatically consumed figure, crept up behind her; and skilfully glided his slender fingers across her cheek and behind her ear...now revealing, a once hidden and very bashful eyes. Full of feminine boldness and bliss beyond mortal understanding!The hairs on her neck tinged in response to the amazing feeling which swept over them. They kissed...quite similar to the one on his 21st birth night celebration.Bahama Breeze was the venue. As stolen lips wrestled They both embraced a sexual experience with bitter-sweet difference, and slept peacefully that night...
i , too, found this intriguing and continued to journey the field of my imagination.
Drawn i was by the sinking softness of my pillow and moonlit beams dancing on my roof. They danced with passion, fueled with vigor. Cloudy eyes gazed earnestly, questionably loosing the battle with sinking softness.
Then! wide awake, my eye lids batted, where do you go!? aired my shaken voice; Where do you go? Now clear and curious. Only to receive a meager response; 'We'll return...! Familiar folks and frenzy await us!...We waited...I wasn't ready! i interrupted!
But before i can give voice to protest, my room went pitch black! I sat up and saw their pale yellow master taken by a cloud....i thought, 'if only life was so simple, predictable, imaginable!'
I then surrendered to sinking softness...wished thoughts of a particular, peculiar friend, who not only brought memorable delight, but life long twilight dreams...lying side by side
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