~The rain escapes through the window pelting
her. The sheer curtains are sighing across her
nude body like a chancellor choir. Her long braid
is looped around her left ankle, tilting her head
back, forcing her throat to become an offering.
The steady song of the rain and its slim slap
against her skin soften Ariana into a trance,
her lips parting to the beat of the elements...
inside
the rain enters
softly
~ The candles flicker out and her Mistress'
gloved hands simmer along her limbs in love
and pride, she kneads Ariana's buttocks,
slightly rougher with each touch. Ariana shivers
as Mistress' cool cape floats across her flesh.
At last Mistress' warm mouth is upon the heart
of Ariana's throat and she trembles into the
long body of the night...
her smaller heart
pulsing like gypsy blood
overflowing
Maria
9 comments:
Beautiful
I love the mixture of the elements and their passion. And of course, a D/s theme is always provocative.
As you are, and your own poetry.
The rain can seduce us, and
weaken some, the elements,the
female are one.
Wow, this is defenetely an interesting blog! I'll have to come and read it more often! Tahnks for the lovely comments.
Please do, Dani.
My earliuer comment refers to "her smaller heart..." I am back to comment on "the rain..." absolutely delicious.
Que bella, Wordcrafter, a deep
rose you are.
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