Woodland Rendezvous
It was whilst she was
wearing her robes
of reds, gold and black
that he spied her
through the sacred,
bowed branches
of an ancient and still
berried yew ..
Where it seemed
she did sip
from a scarlet elf cup
having first
bathed, in a hollow
of sunly warmed dew ..
And as she
thus sipped, her robes
of reds, gold and black
slipped slightly
and parted, just above
the knee to her throat ..
Which then lent
for but a moment
a view
he would have been
more than
just willing, to die for ..
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Author:
Neville (
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'bathed, in a hollow
of sunly warmed dew ..'
(this
that intoxication of worded eloquence
poetic elegance, imbued
in eroticism's, evergreen decadence)
mesmeric sensuality
in such a relatively short read
really well executed
I read and learn, Hyung
Many thanks brother Mek and then some .. Neville
That moment of surrender to bewitchment where a ghostly woman appears to show naked temptation is methinks penned here with the need of a sequel dear Nev - - when lips are sipping from elf cups was he of the rendezvous only dreaming - - tell please did that magical scene end with him lusting for a grown woodland fairy or no - --- great stuff ........... x
despite feeling so bloomin awful, you just made the ache barely bearable .. bless you Fay .. x
aah yes, how the fires within a man roar to life. Keep the fire extinguisher handy when writing scribblings such as this my friend. 😉
you are too kind my friend .. far too kind indeed ............ thank you most kindly 🙂
Credit due, credit given. 😉
I would never see it - I would swoon before it happened! lol.
................... Yep, more than likely
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