unhapppy, yet saticfied

[ironic]

amonst the dence foilages the blurr of rougen hue loomed, her unrully crimson chains traced her muscle woven curveature, dished visage elevated to it's most comfotable peak, empty spectrums meekly peer from the veil of shadowed forrestry, tinted with uncertainty

twin zenths rotated in a fowards and backwards motion as she debated on weather to resided with in her hidings, or step out and study her new prison, a gust of chanting winds toyed with her tresse, thin crimson strands acting as if they were puppets amonst the rollings breezes

the towering giants sang their creaking toons o'er head of the fem, these soft whisper like sounds were a woundrous comfort, she slightly relaxed, the whispers of comfot drifting into her cupped honers , playing with her internal mends, salmons widend as the unfamilar armoas of her new terra were wafted, these would soon have to grow familar for her residement would be long past eternety

slowly she crepted from her shadowed hiding place, russens for the first time noting of her new surriundsings with a shallo glint of intrest, cuppend zenths caterpolled forth as each apppendi were neatly placed beneath her peitet frame, dome lowered as she haulted, she was curious of what thus new land held for her, fascade reached towards the turf, salmons blowing gusts of air as she analized the many scents, unsettleing the loose sod and long decayed leaves

the fem's thoughts wanderd to her beloved, where was his beings? she questioned, oh how she had an overwelming lust to be with in his powerful embrasses, longed to feels his comfoting touches, her love for the masculine would never die, he is what kept her alive, the one whom had mended the peices of her shattered soul

quivering labrums slight creavoused, a softend lull was departd into the atmosphere, her sences told the vix that The He was close, couset hock kisser lazily swayed to and fro as she pationetly await his arivel, t'was almost an overwelment not to feel his luke breath upond her delicate hyde, her thoughs began to overtake as the fem waited....

I have been blessed
with the one and only
the one whom paints
my dreams the one
whom settles my
wiry soul, my love for
thus bronc is unremarkable
upond no words an thus
love flow, but only
through our knowing
one another

[mourn]

Aureate sovereign's honers flickered froth as he heard the sounds of another ever so faintly. Hess fled towards the snapping of twigs that had tossed their sound within the terra. Choco pools scanned about the dismal area. Elms loomed above, leafy underbrush sank beneath his ink dipped daggers. Fleeting into the woods. Closening on the sound of the new commer. Hopefuly his latin czaress. Rank pitch dwelled round. blocking his veiw. Distorting the vision of objects. Yet he dove forth. Morose depths seemed neverending. A thing he was all too familiar with.

Dejected world seemed to be leaving yet so slowly. Announcing its dismissal as a crimson hue was spotted. Dotted within the large canvas of erthy foliage. His love had come as hoped. Dream acome true. There stood his one and only.

Bronc slid along her side. Ivories nipping apon her tassles as he made his way round and round her figure. Deep pools forver locked apon his mistress. Neverending they seemed. Bronc made his way round her form. Mug brushing 'gainst her pendulum. Misty look of dreamery acame over his shaping mask. Warm creeping feelings fled through him. Her touch appealing. Damselle's(sp?) feel striving him closer. Exigency become greater the longer he dwelled alongside his sepia hued femme. Soft, timid like whispers seemed to wrap around their souls. Warmth of his breath was put apon her hyde. Wisps of his tresses caressed her sleek bodice as the bronc ran his curvature along her frame. Coos surpressed for only so long before they flooded into the heavens. Beyond earth. Firmament. Magic.

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;


know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one

[ironic]

a flod of comfort overwelmed the essa's tattered insides at his longful touch, her twin zenths comfortable flick forth at his whispered of lust, her tones were as soft as the russle of falllen leaves as she spoke to her beloved

dear beloved i
am deeply intreuged
my your hautty greatness
i gawk im a hypnocess
of your well renouned
secrecy

my love for you
will not be dimmed
even if the earth
would crumple
you power befounders
me, oh how i am
lucky to reside
amonst your power

her veletine fascade extended and rupsured down the masculine's muscular bod, salmons rapidly contracting and releaseing as his delectable franguance swirled amonst their pink scent buds, she took a maitained step to the bronc, her dirhamic quarters pressureing aginst his rounded shoulder, toying with the crympted silks of tresse faltering down his masculent curveature, hock kisser blushing aginst the both of them, the fem was in a well announced state of comfort

she whole heartetly began an intent grooming of the hessian, remmoveing any traces of filth from his sleek lineings, ocassionaly a soft coo was departed as she worked, enjoying every moment of being in her beloved's presents, with in the vast emptiness of her ebon woven spectrums there was a tint of pure glee for once in her broken life

[mourn]

bronc listened to her soft lulaby's. Her coos flooding forth into him. Like she were his soul, his bible. the stag looked deep into the captivating forest. tangled lock falling over his seekers, tresses hanging quitely to one side of his boa, atrix fell slightly as he was lulled to sleep by the essa's sweet, sweet lullaby. Whipcord swishing for the last time. He leaned his barrel against the side of a pine. The tantilizingly sharp bark cutting him. But it didnt matter. Lids slowly close shut.

sunkissed frame basked in melding porcelaine beneath the draining beams of midnight, watching her sweet rouge glow flickering alive, burst of flame to her bod. deep dapples created soft ornaments 'pon her sleek canvan, melting into a warm potrait to his hyde. needles had whistles quietly, slowly whisked from the beating bluster, airbourne into a miniature tornado, sweeping o'er the pair lightly, melodies a calming sensation of hum

soft coos followed the sudden hush. Seekers remained locked apon her. Soft vibrations seemed to flow through the two. Speaking with their bodies, sign language like. kissers fluttering gingerly as the bronc had limply lipped at her feathered chest. croons slipping, her lullaby casting her into deep lovesick mess 'longside her touch, warm bodice. oh the protection. her sweet love.


Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest

I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight

Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away

[ironic]

their untabtalizeing love was a vibrant launguage spoken only through their love abunded connection, her veltines lipped at his criped locks of coarse corsects of tresse, ebonics glinted with the phantom like reflection of her beloved, umremarkable was their connnection of lust, his feelings could be felt, his oul atwine with her's

nothong more did the fem want than time to stop, to hold thus pegment of seconds forever, his lids felt heavy at his touches and rumbled, but she restrained from sleep just to hold these unforgetable moments, her ebonics has a disgadeable glow, a glow tinted with never ending love for thus masculine, her beloved

his scent, touches, cooes, rumbles wwere what kept her sides riseing and falling, her mangled heart beating, her tattered soul from drifting into neverland she ran her probicus down his masculents curveature, just to feel his warm hyde upond her, her salmons faltered with his overwelming scent, their connection was strong, unbreakable you might just say

she pondered on her life happens, of how thus blessed bronc had brought her from the dieing darkness and manabled to keep her from fallling into oblivia, he was her savor, several softend lull escapeing her trembleing labrums, twin zenths swayong toth and froth, their cupps captureing every tone that escapeed her beloved

i adore you my dear
masculine, you are always
in my thoughts, in my
feelings, in my soul, I
revolve around you beloved
my love growing every
blessed day with you

[mourn]

Was it truely a dream? or was she really speaking to him, in his mind. A shiver crept up his spine as he began thinking of the amazing essa. She was full of trickery.... no, that wasnt it. Just thinking about her mistified his mind. The powers she held amazed him greatly. Each moment with the vix left him bewildered and yet, enchanted. A mistress of elegance and riddles. Prehaps she was a dream. Only created by his imagination. For she was perfect, he was pleasured greatly to have her within his gasp. Feeling her presence brought him alive. A shiver of excitement always creeping up his spine in true amazement.


soft nibles were placed anpon her rouge hued coat. Smirk cast apon his mug. sweet lullabys. drifting into a soundless sleep. Humms fled from within. Warm breath still was blown apon her. He moved up her boa. tugging on her whispy strands from her tresse. Bronc stood before her. sweet kisses were placed apon her facet. Gem, his babe. Pure rings of tune freed from within. He lipped at her maw gently. Mistified glance cast towards her.Senses tingling, floral scent again drifting within his nares. Captivating him. it was as if she had him dangling in a cage. Though the darkness surrounded him twas as if he could see a light at the end of the tunnel. Her, she was the light, the one he was in search of. He couldnt bare look away, for pain seeped into him when she wasnt around.

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay

ack, museless