Irises that smell like grape jolly ranchers and inner stillness swirling paradoxically. Auditory silence. Gifts from the ether. Mystic enchantment. The bowl of honey in my pelvis, pouring wildly. Ecstasy my dance, ecstasy I breathe, ecstasy in ink leaps off the page and purrs between my legs. Warm tingling, eyes closing, a golden center emanating rich amber, crimson, violet in my spine, I smile at nothing and everything becomes me, and the breeze is orgasmic and across the street, the leaves have an orgy and still, I’m purring, my hands tracing sacred space, impressions made in ecstasy, ecstasy! I sing! My throat is brightening, please won’t you, my beloved, peer inside my dripping? Lick my bowl of honey clean?
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That was magically delicious.
So sensually alive! I love this 🍯