Feb 14th (Happy Valetines Day Lovers)
Sunken by mighty waves that splintered and claimed her ship. Alone here she sits, gracefully upon the earth, alive. Pearls still adorning her hair, customary tattoos of a bride remained decorating her flesh. Unashamed in her nakedness. looking about her, all seemed lost. The mirror from her cabin floating as she plucked it from the sea, glancing in it, seeing not her own reflection, but that of her Bridegroom. Tears fell as he called her name, searching. She watched in helpless silence unable to aid him. Vowing to the powers of the earth they would be reunited again one day.
Chandra’s auburn locks glistened in the morning light, against the green backdrop of the grassy meadow where she slept. Her still undiscovered tattoo, a gift of protection from the fairies. The hunting party stared, wondering from whence she had come. Startled by the sound of voices, Chandra sat up and backed away. Her gold flecked eyes darting about, becoming narrow and hooded when one spoke of the auburn wolf they searched for. Offering her food and shelter, they tried to comfort her. But, Chandra knew better than to stay this full moon night. Her alter ego; was the very wolf they sought.
Their enjoyment and passion in each other was unmistakable and contagious,
Just watching the interaction, one could see they were enamored with each other.
The sensual kisses and the warmth of their embraces,
how comfortable they were together.
Derek was excited and couldn’t wait to see her reaction to his gift
When she opened the beautiful envelope and read the certificate
She giggled and asked “Are you sure?”
Fifteen years of marriage and three children later,
Abigail never would have thought he would surprise her
with an intimate photo shoot of the two of them for their anniversary.
Thrills of the unknown lie ahead of us,
Fog rolls in engulfing the forrest.
Science Fiction Fantasy Group
It was a long time in coming.
Strapped to a chair, made to watch.
Floating, in a vast sea. Unable to remember how long I’ve been adrift.
“What day, what year is it?” I wonder
Feeling the heat of his body behind me