Whimsicaal
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from the shadows...
It speaks from the shadows with whispered encouragement to take that step toward enlightenment... not allowing the hesitation seen in glimpsing the forward motion only to stop and wait... adhering to the prophecy writ long before time as we know it to be began to move...
encompassing all within its reach in leading the differential entities of souls that have become lost and confused down a path that wreaks of chaos and angst... surmising in the efforts fathomed to no avail of rescue in any attempt made in the dawning of a new day...
fiendish quality in misshapen form hidden by the dark cloak that obscures nightmarish features borne of decadent wanderings... sinful in wanton liaisons of insurmountable pain wrought with pleasure that mingles to enchant with the blood lust of sculpted figurines come to life set into motion by the magic’s of the evening...
subtle scents that waft to entice and tickle the fancy while the suffering of sweet agony prevails... conquering the body as the mind takes flight to a place in escaping the pleasure/pain syndrome wrought with a gentle hand... elegant motions in poetry form while with grace and eloquent reverie succumbing to the suggestion of becoming one with the power that holds sway...
ever clear in seeing the contents of double meanings in the expression that was once void of all things felt or revealed... rebellious in wiggling free of the grasp that binds the chains with the key kept out of reach in seeking the freedom... honey sweetened lips that seek the kiss of bliss while murmuring quietly for the release to become complete...
shameless writhing of supple frame in wanting the touch of calloused hands to roam freely over silken skin in bringing to awareness the once thought to be unreachable heights... twisting and turning upon satin that lies beneath the form while eyes search the shadows for the one true form of euphoria as tendrils of the essence drift from the corners to surround and take within its grip the innocence offered...
the joining together of two... one who is innocent and the other which is an entity borne of the mind, but so real in form, in hearing the subtle call in beckoning to be... thrusting inside and answering the silent plea in making whole the pure of form in slipping within and without... the body heaves only to become entwined within the limbs of that which holds close to fur-matted chest suppleness of woman while inhaling the sweet scent as it lingers to remind the nameless shadow that this, too, was real and not a dream...
It speaks from the shadows with whispered encouragement to take that step toward enlightenment... not allowing the hesitation seen in glimpsing the forward motion only to stop and wait... adhering to the prophecy writ long before time as we know it to be began to move...
encompassing all within its reach in leading the differential entities of souls that have become lost and confused down a path that wreaks of chaos and angst... surmising in the efforts fathomed to no avail of rescue in any attempt made in the dawning of a new day...
fiendish quality in misshapen form hidden by the dark cloak that obscures nightmarish features borne of decadent wanderings... sinful in wanton liaisons of insurmountable pain wrought with pleasure that mingles to enchant with the blood lust of sculpted figurines come to life set into motion by the magic’s of the evening...
subtle scents that waft to entice and tickle the fancy while the suffering of sweet agony prevails... conquering the body as the mind takes flight to a place in escaping the pleasure/pain syndrome wrought with a gentle hand... elegant motions in poetry form while with grace and eloquent reverie succumbing to the suggestion of becoming one with the power that holds sway...
ever clear in seeing the contents of double meanings in the expression that was once void of all things felt or revealed... rebellious in wiggling free of the grasp that binds the chains with the key kept out of reach in seeking the freedom... honey sweetened lips that seek the kiss of bliss while murmuring quietly for the release to become complete...
shameless writhing of supple frame in wanting the touch of calloused hands to roam freely over silken skin in bringing to awareness the once thought to be unreachable heights... twisting and turning upon satin that lies beneath the form while eyes search the shadows for the one true form of euphoria as tendrils of the essence drift from the corners to surround and take within its grip the innocence offered...
the joining together of two... one who is innocent and the other which is an entity borne of the mind, but so real in form, in hearing the subtle call in beckoning to be... thrusting inside and answering the silent plea in making whole the pure of form in slipping within and without... the body heaves only to become entwined within the limbs of that which holds close to fur-matted chest suppleness of woman while inhaling the sweet scent as it lingers to remind the nameless shadow that this, too, was real and not a dream...