Pagan Dreams

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Two lovers sneak into the Stonehenge replica above the Columbia River Gorge to celebrate the fertility rites of the Vernal Equinox.. Body paint and moonlight make an intoxicating mix.

 

Pagan Dreams

 

Rebuilt Stonehenge looming high; stark against a starry sky

Vernal Equinox in sway; stones that conjure ancient ways

Modern goddess ripe with need, paints her tits with honeyed mead

Berries crushed with heavy cream, color curves like Druid dreams

Glowing skin green, blue, and red; lips so sweet my lusts are fed

Breaking rules, and on display; frolicking in sensual play

Magic monolithic moon, sings to us primeval tunes

Pleasures old as polished stone; joys the pagans must have known

Velvet lips that plead for seed; spread to sate my every need

Then she mounts me eyes aglow; guides me in and makes me grow

Hungry hips alive with lust, pound my nuts until they bust

Licks the oozing drip she missed; melts into my arms to kiss

On this primal pagan night; desire inflames our appetites

 


Submitted: October 24, 2020

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Amy F. Turner

And why wouldn't lust aflame on a night so beautiful and tame. So we should light up the night with our eternal game, where you chase and satiate the need and both may release before we swoon. Love the flow of each seducing word and the images you leave us to ponder. :)

Sat, October 24th, 2020 3:20pm

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Pagan partners can be elusive. In this climate the summer solstice may promise warmer weather. The rites of spring are more about two people than a March moon.

Sat, October 24th, 2020 10:14am

DampKitten

Who are you with all this stuff? I had no idea there was a Stonehenge replica in Washington state. I've heard of the Equinox, but didn't realize there were associated fertility rites! I read about that as well. It seems they think there is a hormonal effect of Spring that drives us to copulate.

So, I'm thinking, J....I'm fresh out of mead. But I do have some Kahlua Whipped Cream on hand for Pagan holiday festivities. We can pile up some stones out back. I've been meaning to polish your rocks...

Sat, October 24th, 2020 7:16pm

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Kahlua whipped cream sound delicious. Presentation is important. High calorie hedonism might be just the right for our spring rites. Don't get too fertile on me though...

Sun, October 25th, 2020 5:22am

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