-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your freedon is preserved descending each pearly tread in total balance from within with no chalcedony embrochettes to deceive the eye on the chalcedony descent, mother of pearl of aqua cast almost misty recedes at your puffs of breath eyes large wet searching thier outermost corners, nostrils delight in the highest temple smell incense spell, and seeing all solid illumined within externalities feeling celestial and sexless angels appear, but they are females of your species they float to the embarcadaro standing on the slightest of crafts in diaphanous robes - You want to join them all but alight in one diaphragm bark to quest for the waiting demigod, or sought for illusory Goddess these seaworthy maiden nymphs promise just off shore, where the liquid luminescence lights itself with no unbra or chiaschuro penumbra in a wakeless instant of distance they take you and She rises dripping of the aqualuminesence dripping the aqualuminesence from her like water, you are already wet expectant drinking a deeper shade of beauty, loins effulgent expectantly along with the virginal guides of the craft, and they and you nearly reach immortality at Her sight - -and you faint into the virgin's arms. They lay you on the shore, on a marble floor polished columns supporting only the most diaphanous silky milk blue wisps of fabric, The sun seems a vague possibility as you open your eyes to them and the dawn.... Stroking the cropped Caesarian locks tugging so softly the scalp. Through thier light robes light as the wisps of the fabric on the columns above, the small maidenly snowy breasts work in a close unison with arm and shoulder. You had a ride, you saw Aphrodite arise and fall and fell into thier care in the temple, and lived this day at thier bidding... Celestial odors of female - -her annointing spouse and, thier small weak and urging white hands work you back to life, They want you badly and hum imperceptibly to a man who has seen Love unmasked, who must make the work of Love for them so immortality in the human mind perishes not for them, or for you, as well, so Love lives on - - and to conquer again the imperishable bliss the enrapturing longings of the human soul, so love can glow on for us all and fill us with awe filled peace.
Reason for writing:
...wanted to fantasize, dream!!!!!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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