The Enchanted Wood

[Snork Maiden]

Willow come join us, again the deep warm tones of Cedar's voice reverberate in my ears. Cautiously I peer through the ferns parting them slightly with my hands to afford me a clearer view.

Slowly I rise from my hiding place, tentatively stepping from the cover of the ferns that have offered me sanctuary and approach the small group

I am Willow, again I repeat my spoken name A Treemaiden am I and bring life force and awareness. A channel for the fall and rise your our deepest feelings, dreams, visions, intuitions. Rest a while in my gentle aura and learn of understanding that is rooted in total acceptance of your life situation, as it was, as it is, as it shall be.

 

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The creature called Cedar beckons me closer and even though I try to not show it, I am hesitant. I can see no reason to distrust this being, but still, Cedar is a creature I have not encountered before. The one named Lily is more familiar, more like my sisters in the grove. Once again, I wonder why I was chosen. I still have not decided if I was a sacrifice or a volunteer. Sitting down on the soft forest floor near them, I draw my knees up tightly against my breast. My long golden hair cascades down my back and puddles on the ground around me. My body language bespeaks that I am not quite ready to share myself with these creatures. In the end I realize there is no other way then to completely give myself over but only by my free choice and only in the right time. There is much to learn yet and many realms in which to grow. I am fascinated, however, with the creature by the stream. In what seemed to be the flutter of a wing, a transforamtion took place that amazed and delighted me. I could not contain my laughter! She seemed puzzled and delighted as well! "Can you teach me to do that?" I asked....

 

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Approaching Willow in a playful manner I compare my body to hers. I am comforted by the similarities and VERY interested in the slight differences. I notice her breasts, they are a little larger than mine. More like the mature breasts of my sisters. Mine are small yet, like tiny rosebuds. But mother told me that in time they will be as heavy and fruitful as her own. I long now to be back at home where play and frolic was encouraged between us all and the sensual touch of my sisters was never very far away. One of the first things we were taught as nymphs was the beauty and pleasure of auto erotica.

Stepping into the meandering stream I look at Willow once again hoping the power of my thoughts can reach her. My body and mind begin to ache again for that gentle, playful touch of so long ago and slowly and seductively I begin to strip away the shreds of clothing that yet cling to me.

Willow?

 

[Snork Maiden]

As I emerge from the lush green undergrowth, I watch as the being known as Ivy paddles in the cool waters of the small stream. The tiny fronds of the ferns bush my legs gently as I move forwards towards the small group, a gentle smile on my face and a song in my heart as I embrace the reality that I am not alone in this wonderful place.

A sense of melancholy and longing radiates from the beautiful young woodland nymph as her thoughts reach out to me, seeking solace and companionship. Well met, beautiful spirit of the forest, my voice soft, like the gentle swaying of branches in the summer breeze greets Ivy as I approach her. I watch as her broad leaf like coverings are slowly shed, like a flower unveiling itself in the morning sun to reveal its true hidden beauty. Her shape is like mine, in form and size.

I extend my arms to embrace her to fulfill her dreams and desires.

 

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Water Lily

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Nymph and maiden, need and solace, met and fulfilled, in fluid moist embrace.

Shy yet tenacious, Lilly most at home, in this element of flowing life.

I am alone, the observer, the sentinel, far from the cold icy heights that are my dwelling. I have traveled far to this places, this company of maidens, for what purpose?

I am confused, they are soft, sinuous, fluid in their motion, their form a delight to the eye for they mimic the mother earth, soft undulating plains, firm up trusted hills gently curved, rising to meet the sun.

I am coarse, bronzed, broad in the shoulders my hair as sparse as my needles, a reddish hue caps me. I rise, I feeling the interloper, in this garden of beauty, I stand alone on the gentle rise above the stream and glade. Again I question why……..Why have I roamed so far, why have I been lead to this place, why am I so different?

 

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Water Lily

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Lilly all that you say is true, yet there is loneliness in me that I feel from my flesh to my inner core.

You so peaceful and tranquil in your eddying stream, cool refreshing, beauty for the eye to behold.

Willow who offer shades and fulfillment to all with her sinuous embrace, her arms enfolding caressing all that come to her, easing their pain, cooling their feverish brow, fulfilling that heart’s desire.

Ivy strong, tenacious, beauty, drawing herself up, struggling to reach the sun, supporting those who can not stand alone. She is a tower of strength, cool, beauty in tall sensual grace. Admired by all who dwell in the shade of towering giants.

The very needles I shed to survive the winery blast kill all but the strongest that would grow in my shade. They choke all that approach.

I am crass in comparison to the beauty of you three. You are symbols of beauty and grace, I of blunt stuborness.

 

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Willow has heard my thoughts and dances closer. She is as radiant as a moonbeam on a starless night. Her sense of play is as bright as her smile and she reaches out for my embrace. Suddenly a new and wonderful feeling comes over me. Yes, I wanted her soft touch, I longed for her to take me in her arms. The playful fondling I had become accustom to from others was beautiful beyond words and the passion I was able to arouse in myself had become an art form to me. But now I felt aroused to give, as well as, receive pleasure. Perhaps it seems selfish but only in the way that a babe is selfish. with her own sex being the center of the universe.

"Willow be still.... Let me show you how much passion can be spilled in the kiss of an innocent maiden". Softly, only my lips touch hers. I place my hands on her shoulders, they feel like silk. Barely touching her flesh, I caress her rainbow aura. It causes her to shiver slightly and her beautiful nipples stiffen in response. Ever so delicately my lips and tongue find the length of her neck and she offers it up to me begging for more. So slowly was I making love to her being....

And there was Lilly, so empathic of our feelings since our meeting. Surely she must be flooded with the ache I possess deep within the passages of my sex. "Come my sweet, let me release the burning desire in us both"....

Cedar, do not despair, you are not forsaken. Lilly is correct, you will have a special role to assume and in time that will become apparent. This is the realm of Air! It is for self exploration and freedom of imagination! For now there is nothing for any of us but play and self satisfaction. There is nothing outside this moment but our pure fantasy! Cedar do you know the joy we are feeling now? We are as children. The passion is in our innocence....

Show us Cedar.... Show us what makes us different! Show us what binds us to eachother! And above all, Cedar come join us in the dance!

 

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Lily’s words caress my mind.

” Cedar, are the resting place for many creatures who seek solace…………….For without you, they would wander aimlessly through their travels,……..”

Ivy’s words challenge me.

”Cedar, do not despair, you are not forsaken. Lilly is correct, you will have a special role to assume……………..This is the realm of Air! It is for self exploration and freedom of imagination……………..There is nothing for any of us but play and self satisfaction…………………… There is nothing outside this moment but our pure fantasy!”

My mind spins, the images of my transformation, the tails of grandfather, the warnings, of my parents , all dance with in my head, before my mind’s eye in a confusion of emotions and a longing to understand this new world I have entered.

Again Ivy’s words

” Cedar do you know the joy we are feeling now? We are as children. The passion is in our innocence....”

From my earliest days I have been the sentential, standing guard over the “Enchanted Wood”. The eagles have been my eyes, as the soar and dance on the currents of the wind gliding, pirouetting on the winds on high. The wolf my ears, their gray forms drifting through the Wood, ever shifting, silent ghost always on the move, nothing escaping their notice. I have seen all that they have, heard all that they have. Through them I have experienced things far beyond the realm of these enchanted woods, and this knowledge has brought me great sorrow.

How can I tell Ivy that, that knowledge, the sorrow which it brings, strips away the innocents that they blissfully posses?

” Show us Cedar.... Show us what makes us different! Show us what binds us to each other! And above all, Cedar come join us in the dance!”

Hesitantly I take a step my rough calloused hand caresses the smoothness of Lily’s cheek, My eyes deep and sad hold hers for a moment.

“Shall we join the dance fair Lily?”

 

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Sunlight bright. Light
Sparkles on rippling waters.
Diamonds of white
dance to the melody
of whispering reeds.
Waiting on a moment
for the gentle weeping maiden

Sunshine warmth
my naked body caress
Gentle fingers massage
my form enshrouded,
my body I draws strength
the light and warmth.

Cool waters, my feet refreshed.
Lapping gently at my calves
Gentle current.
Toes dig and curl
the sharp sand and gravelly bed
Smooth pebbles.

Soft wind my body kisses,
wispy breathes
of delight
of feather light touch
My body tingles
Captured in an instant of time

Gentle bluebird chirp
Sweet songs you sing
What wonderous tales
tell of your brief life
What wonderous songs
you sing to your sweet wife

As one, not displaced,
complete, merged in this place
Gentle woodland spirits,
taken common form.
Combine, commune
The Willow Maiden's song
Is sung for you.

I sing my song as I approach the the beautiful wood nymph as she twists and turns in the water playfully moving towards me. Her arms reach out to touch my slender body. My eyes meet hers. The sense of longing sweeps over me once more.

Sweet wood nymph,
comes hither to me,
Her gentle form around mine
to wind, entwine.
What melancholy child of nature
to bring such longing
to my heart
to know to show.

I was not brought here
by anyone.
In fear I came alone as me.
Just a idea
in a long chain of discovery

She reaches up to me her soft fingers touch my skin. Such sensations I have never known. My body tenses as if electrified by her touch, but relaxes. Her face radiant in the sun light moves to mine her eyes wide as if in wonder, black inky pools on deep green discs of emerald. Her lips touch mine soft like the clouds that drift above us, full and pouting, moist like the early morning dew that beads on the leaves of the woods. My hair falls over our faces, concealing that secret sensuous contact. Warm her breath as it escapes from her nose in gentle streams across my cheek.

My hands rise to embrace her feeling the soft fine hair that tumbles from her head over her shoulders and down her back. The warmth of her tongue as it slips between my lips, honey sweet, her taste in my mouth. Our mouths part, my head pushed back my neck exposed waiting for her soft lips to caress my nape. My eyes skyward gazing, my body presses closer to hers as we stand in the cool waters of the stream.

 

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"Such a creature of beauty you are, Willow".
My full body comes closer to hers almost touching now and I can feel the heat generated by us both. Softly I run my hands over her exquisite form, my fingertips up and down the valley of her spine. She spreads her arms in surrender, telling me without words she trusts me totally and completely. As our breasts touch I am compelled to reach out and cup them together as one. A gasp escapes her lips and I myself feel weak with desire, but I feel strong as well with lust. Firmly wrapping my arms around her, I absorb her entire being into mine and I realize there is no turning back now...

The bubbling creek is cool and her flow tickles my ankles.....
Gently I urge Willow down onto a moss covered stone. The sunlight streams through the branches like a prism scattering the beams in an array of colors. And one golden beam in particular focuses on the stone I have set my lovely Willow upon.

The sound of singing waters fill the air and the distinctly male aroma of patchouli (and cedar?) mingle tangibly around us. Looking toward the glade I see Lily and Cedar. It is they who are emitting these vibrations as they watch the slow seduction taking place. And now I discover another new sensation. The idea that we are being watched in this act of sensual delight has stimulated me even further.....

 

[Snork Maiden]

Soft finger tips, feather touch my body, exploring the soft skin that covers my body. Ivy's touch, like a storm, leaves me statically charged, small hairs rise on my arms, my back tingles as she traces my spine with her delicate fingers.

My head is filled with her scent, sweet erotic, earthy my head collapsing forward nuzzling her neck kissing her gently as my own hand begin to slide gently around her waist. Feeling the silky smoothness of her body. Her hand move around my side and up to my breasts, I gasp, pressing forward to meet her teasing hands she fondles my small breasts. I inhale slowly, deeply her touch warms me from inside, My aura glows with the pleasure she imparts.

Slowly she guides me to the water's edge, to a mossy stone, layng me down I look up at her. Her gentle eyes smile back, my hand reaches to her. For the first time I gaze upon her downy fur. Her scent is strong and sweeps over me. She lies beside me, and I caress her still gently my lips seeking hers once more. Pressing together, in gentle crushing our mouths open and yet remaining connected, our tongues, warm, wet seek out each other, dancing a slow dance as they twist and turn about each other. My hands move gently over her body, exploring her, sensing her willingness, her desires, my hand brushes lightly over her breasts, feeling the taut aroused areoli, crinkled and dark.

 

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The poetry wisps from your lips. I suck the thoughts in, my mouth covering yours, making my mind spin. What verse is piercing my soul now? I hold your mouth to mine, long, not wanting to release it, and nip with sharp, youthful teeth to taste the fruit on your sweet tongue.
A drop of honey thick as blood spills from between your lips and drips down your chest. The juices are beginning to run now, this is only a taste of the ecstasy to come.

Kneeling in front of this sensual creature I take both breasts in my hands and lap the delicious nectar that spilled from her lips. "You are Beauty, you are Magick... You are a gift to me. We will help each other come into our own maturity"....

I fall back upon my heels and kneel in front of you, my hands are on your knees. You watch my chest rise and fall as my breathing becomes deeper. My breasts are covered in droplets of water, sparkling and reflecting in your eyes. "Let me sing to you of desires unfullfilled". Oh, such a smile upon your face as it shimmers in the sunlight.... Caressing each lovely leg, firm and brown. Thighs so soft with thin wisps of natural hair, thickening the nearer it grows near your sex. Showing no sign of resistance as I push open your supple thighs my head falls into your lap and my lips brush against the soft fur between your thighs....

Truly we appear the lovers, in total submissiveness to each other and ourselves......

 

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Wood nymph, Tree maiden, soft supple forms one sinuous, fluid in motion, her song a haunting melody felt more than hear, Her movements subtle, graceful as her name sake Willow.

The other demure, yet tenacious, her movement sure, as she draws her lover onward in their dance. The velvet moss dark green and fertile, their forms soft pale inviting, and the touch of their hands, the innocent, yet sensual coupling of hand, mouth, tongue, and form.

The glistening, pearly, dew drops of pleasure given and received. The deep musky fragrance of love.

A single tear glistens at the corner of my eye, slowly it starts its winding journey down the rugged contour of my cheek, the first drop of rain the harbinger of more to follow. The beauty of these two touches my soul as nothing has before. I chide myself.

Cedar you fool what makes you think you can dance as they do?

I lower my head half turning form the scene played out before me my crudeness stands out against their beauty, My hand slips from Lily’s cheek and the tears fall as the spring rain. Again I feel the interloper, again I question why am I here?


This is a place for wood nymphs, Tree maidens, and gentle Liy. They are female, of air and water. I on the other hand am male of earth and fire.

 

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I breathe in deeply, the musky scent growing richer and stronger by the moment. I feel you arch your back as my tongue plays along the swollen lips of your most precious gift. Gently I nibble the flesh and twine the soft hair with my tongue sweeping each strand away. I can feel your clitoris harden and swell in response as my own grows larger and harder. The juices are thick and sweet as honeyed wine. Crawling up between your legs, my mouth goes to your soft underbelly, licking and nibbling and carressing. Moving further up I let my breasts brush against your cunt, moistening them. Suckling your hard nipples and stradling your hips, I lower my own cunt to yours. As our sexes meet I softly and gently begin a rhythmic motion in tune to each other, in tune the Earth Herself. They glide together in perfect time, creating charges of electricity with each pass. My breasts are swinging freely now to the same rhythm over your own. It's like a shock each time our nipples touch. I notice the length of your golden hair has cascaded over the stone and is floating now with the current of the stream. How connected to the elements we are in our union.

Closing my eyes now, I envision us on the edge of a precipice. Taking your hand in mine we tumble off the ledge but instead of falling we are flying upwards. Up past the treetops, up past the clouds and bursting out into the universe itself.

"Be free my children, there are no boundaries which can hold you"!

I know now that my spirit will never be caged again! We are spinning faster and faster now, climaxing together in one final explosion. A million bright stars showering their cosmic dust! And we are part of all creation! Complete and in harmony with All that is Divine!

I don't want to come down yet but your whisper tells me there will be more times to come, and like leaves on an autumn afternoon, we fall slowly and gently back to the Earth.

When I come back into my body we are locked in an embrace, arms and legs entwined upon this sacred altar. Breast to breast, my lips kissing your soft neck. Your breathing is as soft as a sleeping child's and once again I drink in your beauty.

We are still virgins, as it should be and almost at once I think of Cedar and Lily. It occurs to me what Cedar's role in my destiny may be afterall. He is so strong but so fragile at the same time. On the verge of what, I don't know. What I am certain of though, is that while we all remain in this glade he cannot be totally fullfilled. We will have to travel to another realm together, all of us, when the time comes.....

But the sun dips closer to the horizon and my passion is exhausted for the moment. Drawing in a deep breath I drift off to sleep, content in your arms.....

 

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In a state of disembodied ecstacy my spirit dances to the beating rhythm of my heart. A warm glow building deep inside me, my mind spins, as wave upon wave of delicious pleasure sweeps over my being.

Her longing for oneness, for the physical embrace of another drives the young wood nymph onward as she seeks out more from my body her tongue carresses my skin as she suckles the sap from me, stroking my skin I feel my body quiver and shake as she continues to stroke and explore my naked body, transformed.

My spirit lifts her from her own spiraling up in irrediscent light, sun beams broken by the canopy, flash and sparkle in dark and light shadows, a kaliedoscope of patterns. Our arms and bodies entwined, tangled in the soft breeze and warm sun. Rotating slowly, kissing with such tenderness, so light that to be lighter would to be no kiss at all. Touching, fingers running up and down silken skin, feeling pleasing tendrils of passion that cause flutters of joy and the heart to skip, the breath to hold.

As I regain control of my feelings and sensations, I gently lift the nymph's head from my lap. Her lips moist and dew covered from her sweet suckling. I look down into her eyes, now wide and alive with life and speak softly to her

Sweet woodland spirit, know now of the loneliness of a willow maiden, for never have I such sensations of joy and longing known. As you cling to me, I feel the warmth of your gentle loving spirit and I sense there is more, much more that you seek as I myself search for my destiny and answers.

Her eyes blink at me almost childlike with innocence and a radiance that glows from her cheeks shines around her like a golden aura in the sunlight. My hand caress her soft skin and hair, drawing her up beside me on the mossy stone.

A sense of sadness sweeps over me, it is a feeling deep in longing, strong and powerful, such a sadness I have never known. I glance aboout me in the sunlit glade as the cool waters run across my feet, paddling in the stream.

My eyes drawn to Cedar and Lily, a warm smile spreading across my face as I reach out to embrace them both.

Why so sad tall noble Cedar, come sit with us a while and enjoy our gentle company. Your wounded soul and heart my find solace in this wonderous place. Be still the dew that falls softly from your face for the mountain stream flows strong enough Be as one with us for we are all in part connected. And sweet Water Lily, water nymph whose beauty is beyond compare and fragrant perfume so soft and compelling.

 

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Willow’s voice soft melodic, her eyes a sadness that touches my soul, something in those eyes calls to me. The sun light dances in her golden tresses, her form soft, her movements graceful, sinuous, and her manner welcoming and open. I move towards this creature of grace and beauty, kneel by her as she lies on the deep velvet carpet of moss. I brush a stray strand of hair from her eyes. They are so sad, I raise Willow to her knees and I hold her, hold her close, enfolded in my arms, resting her head upon my shoulder. My hands stroking those golden tresses.

I hum softly, the same lullaby that my mother sang to me when I was a young stripling. Slowly, shyly, tentatively, the words come to me, words and feelings I thought long forgotten, I sing of loves to come, of her young gathered round her, I sing of the passage of time the phases of our lives. As I sing I rock her gentle in my arms in a tender embrace, my cheek rest upon her hair, her fragrance surrounds me, and intertwines with mine.

“Be at peace Willow rest, and be still I shall hold and guard you through the night, till it is time to go.”

 

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Water Lily

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As I hold and rock Willow in my arms , my song drifting softly on the night air, like the tendrils of fog in the morning creeping along the stream bed, slowly filling the valleys with their mist. So I send my humble offering to this little group of wanders, called to this place and time by forces unknown. Offering comfort and solace to them. I watch the sleeping forms as the take ther repose in this sheltered glade.

Ivy who calls us to be free, innocent , to enjoy the pleasures of the world as they offer themselves to us , to join in the dance. Wild and free is Ivy.

Willow who rest in my arms, her breathing deep, yet her rest fitful. She that gives so other’s maybe happy. Willow the mother.

Lily, the nearest of her, the constancy, as I searched my soul through this long day, She there by my side, Lily’s cool moist lips, the fire that they ignite in me at their touch. Lily always sensitive to the feeling, the longings, of those around her. Lily constant friend, yet there is more to her so much more.

They rest as I sing my song and stand watch through the stillness of the night.

 

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Water Lily

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Warmth on my face, life giving warmth, only a faint sensation at first, like the gentle kisses of a mother waking her sleeping babe, coaxing the child from the world of dreams to a day of discovery.

The night has been long, I kept my guard, Willow lays lightly in my arms her breathing deep and even as at last she has found the peace she has so desperately sought.

Lily nestled close to me her face tucked into the hollow of my neck as she snuggles close. Her nearness spreads a warm inner glow as the first tentative rays of the sun do. I watch the golden threads of light filter down through the branches of the woods, softly creeping to embrace us and call us to a new day. My hand caresses her silken tresses, my fingers marvel the sensual texture, something deep with in me is called to this child of the woods and water.

 

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Water Lily

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As I lay in the arms of Cedar, his sad is great and yet with the pretty water nymph Lily comforting him snuggling close I sense a glow of warmth building inside him as her gentle thoughts flows between them. So to the wood nymph Ivy cradles in my lap as the woodland scents relax tired spirits and bodies. As the first star of the night begin to appear in the indigo sky my own spirit is at peace and I sing my lullaby

Hey. Ho, come all and one
Gentle Ivy, so sweet and young.
Hey. Ho. Come, hear my song.
Mighty Cedar, so tall and strong

Can I bring gentle laughter to your eyes
Sitting here in silence under starry skies.

Hey. Ho, come, to this place
Sweet Water Lily so full of grace.
Hey ho come, listen to my call
Willow wending mystic dreams for one and all.

Come all you gentle spirits, to this glade.
Full fantasy and pleasant dreams for all are made.

Hey ho, come sing my song.
Woodland creatures from their homes do come along.
Hey. Ho, dance to the tune
The notes of natures beating healing love is brought to you.

Can you find your destiny in the stars?
Read your heart and you will find it’s not so far.

Hey Ho, and in time.
Weary hearts and tired arms themselves entwine.
Hey Ho, under the Moon
Heavy eyelids slowly closing now quite soon.

And in the arms of a strong Cedar, Lily lies
Soft repose, and heady scents revitalize.

Hey. Ho, Now summers done
Squirrels search for winter stores have just begun,
Hey, Ho, So in the skies
Birds are flocking taking flight for warmer isles.

Can any wonder be greater than this place?
The Earth turns slowly on at such a gentle pace.

Hey, Ho. My song is sung
Ivy resting in a Willow dreamscape gently spun.
Hey, Ho sleep my dear.
In your dreams you travel safe and free of fear.

Do you know what wondrous things you will find ?
Let my lilting melody relax you and guide your mind.

As my voice slips into the silence and the sun sets fully the deep orange glow merges into the dark blues and black velvet of the sky. The stars twinkle and the night creatures begin to stir in the woods. Crickets chirp their mating call, a owl hoots out its haunting song and bats flit silently like shadows casing unseen insects. The company is at peace till Sunrise.

 

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My thoughts drift back to the night before of how Willow’s song and Lily’s had intertwined with my own. A patch of wild forest flowers, we had spent the night in each other’s company, huddled together for mutual warmth.

My eyes closed, the warm rays of the sun caress my lips. A touch as soft as the gossamer web of the spider, shy and gentile, lightly trace my form, a sigh close to my ear, the warm, sinuous, movement at my side, fluid, comforting in the warmth, and loving security it conveys. Soft, moist, fire touches my lips, eyes flutter open.


“Lily”

And my mouth opens to hers , my hand caresses her cheek.