| she opened for his Touch and called goddess to rise, a rose unfolding from the mystery and heat within her breast, beneath his hands :awake at last even in this world of howling jackals and the others, mad with power, garish in fake feathers and their masks of ritual delusion :essence was alive she sighed beneath his Touch, slow grinding motion took him deeper, every shining cell a gaia song for Him, the one who Touched, the one who sent the winds into her hair and listened to the lightning in her blood, the one who thrust her naked soul :into completion. |
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| *image: denton lund |