The Enchanted Cottage

[Thian]

To all the writers your words are so beautiful and filled with passionate grace.

Like a breath of air on a cool summers night.
I long for the touch of your soft silken skin.
Like a warm summer sun.
I long for the heat of your passionate embrace.
Like a master piece of art.
I long for a glimpse of your beautiful visage.
Like a cool drink of spring water.
I long to quench my thirst.
Like a banquet to a starving man.
I long for the taste of your lips.
All these things and more I desire.
Each can only be filled by you.
For only you may quench my burning desire.
For only you my love may extinguish the raging fire.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Like a breath of air on a cool summers night.
I long for the touch of your soft silken skin.
Like a warm summer sun.
I long for the heat of your passionate embrace.
Like a master piece of art.
I long for a glimpse of your beautiful visage.
Like a cool drink of spring water.
I long to quench my thirst.
Like a banquet to a starving man.
I long for the taste of your lips.
All these things and more I desire.
Each can only be filled by you.
For only you may quench my burning desire.
For only you my love may extinguish the raging fire.

so beautiful bravo Thian

 

[Erotica_Writings]

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[WyldBreeze]

Just wanting to wish everyone a great start to your week.

Torie, Thian, and Bear.....each work gets better than the last. It is truly an honor to have you post your works here. You make us all strive to be better writers. Thank you.

 

[Thian]

Just wanting to wish everyone a great start to your week.

Torie, Thian, and Bear.....each work gets better than the last. It is truly an honor to have you post your works here. You make us all strive to be better writers. Thank you.

*Turns a bright red and slips away*

 

[WyldBreeze]

*Turns a bright red and slips away*

No need to slip away,hun.....you're good. People should say so.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

White Dove’s Quest for Ancient Visions
~~~~~~~>

As White Dove enters on
Her greatest journey of life
With the advise of the wisdom-winged owl’s spirit
~~~~~>

Ancient Souls chant
Their Echoes of a Vision Quest
May Peace rest at her feet
~~~~~~~>

The Spirit Wolf protects
The coming of great enlightenment
Its lone voice howls in moonlight
~~~~~>

Spirit Bear joins in the quest
As the Sacred circle swells with pride
Legends dance around the bonfire
~~~~~~~>

The Majestic Eagle’s shadow shone in the full moon
Soaring into flight of the nocturnal hunt
Slowly the Sun breaks the morning sky
~~~~~>

As the glowing embers drift from the
Campfire’s circled gathering
Peacefully seeking White Doves journey
~~~~~~~~>​

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~ BB dear ~
Your works just keep getting better and better. As I have said previously - you have, indeed - found your niche - and your talent grows more honed with each new penning (to borrow one of your favourite words ).

I hope you won't mind that I've taken the liberty of centering your work - to better showcase it.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

*Bows and fades slowly into the shadows of wishes and forgotten dreams*

*Tries to grab the fading shadow - but misses*

Your works are truly lovely Thian... and I am very pleased to see them Thank you for sharing such lovely writings that rise from words that come from the depth of your spirit.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

*Walking into the cottage I notice that Victoria has left me a comment on one of my poems.* "Wow what a very wonderful comment" I think to myself then I walk over to her desk and place three Tiger Orchids in a Waterford Crystal vase with a note of thanks. On top of the note I place one White rose that I kissed the middle petals and put back into an upright position.
Thank you my sweet beautiful Victoria.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Victoria }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

~ *Entering the cottage to sit and write, I find the note and the gorgeous vase with the lovely Orchids and the White Rose upon my desk. Smiling softly, for I know my dear bear has been here, I lift the rose and inhale of its sweet scent then turn and place it, gently, into the vase among the orchids.*

~ The comment, as you know my dear, was from my heart - and barely begins to tell you how much I love the works you gift us with.

 

[WyldBreeze]

I wrote this one a while back.....but it has true meaning for me now.

Another Brick Falls
by
WyldBreeze

It's the kindness you show every day,
The encouraging words for all.
Your acceptance of my imperfections,
Yes, another brick falls.

It's how you lovingly cherish me,
It's how you always call.
To tuck me in and keep the dreams at bay,
Yes, another brick falls.

It's your steady breathing as you sleep,
It's time standing still when my name you call.
It's the peace I feel when I lie in your arms,
Yes, another brick falls.

Your gaze, your touch, your soothing voice,
Compassion, sensuality, emotions caused.
It's all these nameless, little things,
That allow the bricks around my heart to fall.​

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Wind Dancers

Soft red light of a rising sun
causes light to dance on the shifting surface of freedom's joy.
Clouds gently touched and touching a body meant for flight.
Softened hues of desert sands
reflecting rainbow clusters as a heart free covers miles in a wink.
White feathers ruffle as he awaits his mate's arriving.
Cries of a Wind Dancer pierce the early morning light,
his heart's return is sent as he too launches into the open air.
Two dancers of nature. Aerial artists of loves might.
No fears to mar the joy of the other's company as they dance to life.
No worries as they travel over the open vistas in released passions.
They grip one another in talons meant to rip prey,
yet so gently as to not disturb the softest of down.
Toward the earth they plummet, locked in a seeming death spiral,
Only to part at the last instant and
climb back toward the heavens they call home.
Two fierce hearts beating in a rhythm older than man.
These Wind Dancers of the early morning light.

~ There is an old saying that usually applies to those who sail the seas. It goes like this:

Red sky at morning
Sailors take warning.

Red sky at night
Sailors delight.

Truly lovely Thian. Your words bring the vision of the dancers alive and breathe life into them - and reminds me of what the sunrise meant to a lot of the old ways - the customs, and the dances of the Native Americans - that were sometimes done as dawn approached.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

The Indian Nation’s Calling
.
The fiery embers dance tonight and the winds are whispering
Spirits from past lives enter the sacred circle
Leading me back and forth through the history of an Indian nation
The mind seeks ancient knowledge as the spirits dance
.
The drums...synchronized to the heartbeat
Memories of long ago brings wisdom to the future
I hear the winds whispering around my sweat lodge dreams
I see the “BEAR” my spirit guide
.
He shows me the ancestors, not mine
They are not Dakota, or Souix, or Iroquois
But they are as one nation
Speaking of wisdom to be shared by all
.
Yesterdays create todays with promises of tomorrow
The ancient spirits chants in hopes of keeping the nations alive
By passing down the traditions, dances, and stories
To their young braves and squaws.​

​

~ You have made me remember - something I had filed away - into a long forgotten file drawer within a far recess of my mind. And that is - that the beats of the drum, do indeed, seem as if synchronized with the beat of the heart. Thank you for finding - and re-opening - that dusty drawer.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

I wrote this one a while back.....but it has true meaning for me now.

Another Brick Falls
by
WyldBreeze

It's the kindness you show every day,
The encouraging words for all.
Your acceptance of my imperfections,
Yes, another brick falls.

It's how you lovingly cherish me,
It's how you always call.
To tuck me in and keep the dreams at bay,
Yes, another brick falls.

It's your steady breathing as you sleep,
It's time standing still when my name you call.
It's the peace I feel when I lie in your arms,
Yes, another brick falls.

Your gaze, your touch, your soothing voice,
Compassion, sensuality, emotions caused.
It's all these nameless, little things,
That allow the bricks around my heart to fall.​

I am so glad you thought to share this with us again. I loved it the first time I read it - and now, as you glow in your happiness, it means even more. It serves as a reminder of how easily walls go up - and yet - how difficult it is to tear them down or have them torn down.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

Afternoon bump for great writers, all of your work is so touching, heart felt and soul gripping as Cats told Thian. Love you all

 

[Thian]

Warm Rain

I hear the songs of life.
I watch the pain and strife.
I hear the worlds of hope.
I see the bloody knife.
I feel the joy of laughter.
I know the price of grief.
I wonder at the worlds insanity.
And I cry warm tears.

I watch the children playing.
I see the filth.
I hear the old ones singing.
I know their fight.
I see the people laboring.
I share their fear.
I see those that have lost their way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I read the words of society.
I experience the worlds anger.
I see the blood filled streets.
I see the dispair of the people.
I hear the innocents as they cry.
I feel the frustration.
I feel the rage.
I want to hold them to me.
But I know there is no way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I hurt for my children.
I know their pains.
And through all their growing I can do but wait.
I give them the grains.
I give them my sight.
I give them my strength.
I give them my heart.
I give them my compassion.
And I know they feel none of this.
So I give them my warm tender tears in the rain.

 

[Erotica_Writings]

How touching and soul searching Thian.

Warm Rain

I hear the songs of life.
I watch the pain and strife.
I hear the worlds of hope.
I see the bloody knife.
I feel the joy of laughter.
I know the price of grief.
I wonder at the worlds insanity.
And I cry warm tears.

I watch the children playing.
I see the filth.
I hear the old ones singing.
I know their fight.
I see the people laboring.
I share their fear.
I see those that have lost their way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I read the words of society.
I experience the worlds anger.
I see the blood filled streets.
I see the dispair of the people.
I hear the innocents as they cry.
I feel the frustration.
I feel the rage.
I want to hold them to me.
But I know there is no way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I hurt for my children.
I know their pains.
And through all their growing I can do but wait.
I give them the grains.
I give them my sight.
I give them my strength.
I give them my heart.
I give them my compassion.
And I know they feel none of this.
So I give them my warm tender tears in the rain.

 

[Thian]

How touching and soul searching Thian.

*Kiss on the cheek as I fade into the shadows again*

 

[WyldBreeze]

I am so glad you thought to share this with us again. I loved it the first time I read it - and now, as you glow in your happiness, it means even more. It serves as a reminder of how easily walls go up - and yet - how difficult it is to tear them down or have them torn down.

Thank you for the kind words, Torie. *hugs* It seems the walls have always been up and never completely taken down, though now I can't stop them from tumbling. Not even sure I want to try.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Just wanting to wish everyone a great start to your week.

Torie, Thian, and Bear.....each work gets better than the last. It is truly an honor to have you post your works here. You make us all strive to be better writers. Thank you.

~ Allow me to second you in this wish to all, WB.

~ I am pleased that you like my works, and that they can - or do - or might - serve as a way to have all the gifted ones who have graced us with their works, yourself among them, strive to be better writers.

~ Your praise makes me *blush*. x 11

 

[WyldBreeze]

Warm Rain

I hear the songs of life.
I watch the pain and strife.
I hear the worlds of hope.
I see the bloody knife.
I feel the joy of laughter.
I know the price of grief.
I wonder at the worlds insanity.
And I cry warm tears.

I watch the children playing.
I see the filth.
I hear the old ones singing.
I know their fight.
I see the people laboring.
I share their fear.
I see those that have lost their way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I read the words of society.
I experience the worlds anger.
I see the blood filled streets.
I see the dispair of the people.
I hear the innocents as they cry.
I feel the frustration.
I feel the rage.
I want to hold them to me.
But I know there is no way.
And again I cry warm tears.

I hurt for my children.
I know their pains.
And through all their growing I can do but wait.
I give them the grains.
I give them my sight.
I give them my strength.
I give them my heart.
I give them my compassion.
And I know they feel none of this.
So I give them my warm tender tears in the rain.

Absolutely lovely, Thian.....we can "feel" every emotion through your words.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

You brat you made me cry...Thank you very much sweet sis I do you.

~ *Drops a to your cheek and wipes at your tears* I didn't mean to make you cry, Sweeter Sis, truly I didn't. You do so much for all of us - from the bolstering of a flagging spirit, to giving praise well-earned. I just wanted to find a way to give to you - some of that which you give to others.

~ You will always have a home in my heart - always. And I had to 'hunt' for your old AV so I could include it... I hope that Shadow won't mind that I borrowed her idea - of placing a visual aid to her works.

 

[Thian]

Ive been made aware that I havent said anything about your kind words on my doodles. I thank ecan and everyone of you for them. And I appologise for not saying so before. I sort of shy and I tend to fade into the background when I dont know the people around me. Im a very passionate man just a really quiet one.




*kisses the ladies softly then slips back into my shadow*

 

[WyldBreeze]

Ive been made aware that I havent said anything about your kind words on my doodles. I thank ecan and everyone of you for them. And I appologise for not saying so before. I sort of shy and I tend to fade into the background when I dont know the people around me. Im a very passionate man just a really quiet one.




*kisses the ladies softly then slips back into my shadow*

It's ok, hun....you don't have to say anything. Most of us don't write for the praise anyway. It's just a way to express ourselves. At least, that's my goal in writing. Never feel that you have to say anything to me.....just keep posting your wonderful work. *hugs and smiles*

 

[Shreik]

Greetings all

 

[WyldBreeze]

Greetings all

Hello sweet one....how are you? {{{{Shreik}}}}