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The feel of the satin sheet against my skin.
of desire that danced in his eyes.
Tonight would be for lovers only
a night of Ecstasy.
dance the lovers dance.
Our bodies wrapped together.
Yearning for that one sweet moment,
heaven and earth disappear
and Ecstasy forms a brief, but sweet world.
A world where lovers share
the deepest of secrets.
A world where sweet surrender is truly sweet.
A world where desire and
catch fire and dance with wild abandon.
Our bodies slide across the satin,
this heated passion.
Embracing that one sweet moment of Ecstasy.
Sweat glistens upon our bodies
as flames of passion
ignite the fires of destiny that lay within us.
One brief moment for us
to become one.
Drink the sweet wine of Ecstasy.
As our bodies climax to the rhythm of the lovers
We lay warm and spent,
basking in the warm after glow of sweet Ecstasy.
Knowing the moment
BY FAIRY MOON DANCER
She is standing in the middle of a clearing that is surrounded by a thick forest. She is clothed
only in a gown of sheer fabric and her long red-gold hair that seems to have a life of its own. It curls
and wraps itself around her, giving her the appearance of wild and untamed beauty.|
The moon is
full and pale in the star-studded night sky. As she stands there quietly, allowing the night to fill
her, the mists come, gently whispering-in to surround her, caressing her flesh, giving back to her the
sprit of that which was once lost but inside of her may live again.
Wrapping her arms around herself,
she begins to sway and hum softly, dancing, alone.
The light of the moon seems to fill her
with its luminous glow. Lifting her face towards it, she smiles softly and begins to sing, a song as
old as time, in a language forgotten by most, remembered only by the fairy folk. Raising her arms skyward,
singing and dancing, she begins to glow as though the moon is no longer separate from her; it is her,
filling the small clearing with her magick.
The creatures of the forest come out, for they hear
the voice of their Goddess calling them. Wolf, bear, deer, fox, rabbit, all the creatures of the wood
sit quietly on the edge, watching her - their Goddess.
Swaying to music that seems to come form
inside of her, singing louder, arms raised, the light flowing through her, worshipping the moon, allowing
its light to fill her becoming one with it.
The fairy folk poke out their heads, their eyes
shining in the glow she is creating. They watch this beautiful creature make her magick, recognizing
inside of her the sprit of one of their own.
Emerging from the forest, one of the male fairies
approaches her, humming softly the same tune that is flowing from her lips. She knows he is coming;
for he is the reason for her dance on this night.
She turns towards him, smiling, holding her
arms open in welcome to him. His breath is stolen away by her beauty. He knows he has found the one
he lost so long ago.
They meet, gazing into each other's eyes. Over come by her beauty, and
the love he feels inside for her he drops to his knees in front of her. Tenderly he kisses her feet
"Blessed be thy feet, that brought you here on this night" He mummers softly. Rising up he kisses her
knees "Blessed be thy knees, that kneel before the sacred alter" Taking her hips into his hands, holding
them firmly but gently he kisses her womb. "Blessed be thy womb, in it my life flourish and Bloom Rising
up to stand before her he tenderly kisses her breast, cupping them in his hands, pressing his lips to
her nipples, gently suckling them through the thin fabric as he kisses them. "Blessed be thy breast,
may they feed and provide life for your babes." Taking her face into his hands he kisses her lips, nudging
gently to part them, slipping his tongue inside to briefly taste the sweet, velvety warmth there. "Blessed
be thy lips, that called up the magick bringing me here tonight" Taking her gown in his hands he gently
lifts it away from her body, casting it aside. He stands before her gazing down upon her rare beauty.
Skin as white as milk and soft as the velvety down of a flower petal.
Taking one finger, he gently traces the curve of her full
breast, and trails it down her side, opening his palm to lay flat on her belly. He gently places his
hand on the back of her swan-like neck and pulls her lips to his, kissing her with all the love and
passion he feels burning inside of him for her. When their lips touch the moon glows even brighter,
turning its color to a soft gold. Moaning softly, she pulls at the strings of his loincloth, releasing
him from its confinement. He springs out fully aroused, showing his desire for her.
the private magick that is about to be performed here, the fairies turn as one and vanish into the wood,
gentle and gay laughter lilting on the air behind them.
Gazing up into his eyes as blue as sapphires
she sees the reflection of her own soul. Gently he lays her down upon the ground. Holding himself above
her watching her lovely face as he takes her nipple into his mouth and begins to suckle. She sighs;
holding his face to her knowing there is much more to come form her love on this magickal night.
Caressing her sides and moving his lips lower, down towards her belly, kissing and flickering his tongue
out to taste her sweet flesh. Lower still he moves towards the soft golden mound that covers her womanhood.
Sliding his hands along her thighs kissing and gently nipping them he parts her legs. His breath
is stolen away by the sight of her golden beauty lay open to him; his mouth yearns to taste her. Lowering
his lips to her he flickers his tongue over her, making her moan and push herself towards him. Smiling,
he senses being overwhelmed by the sent, and taste of her he plunges his tongue deep within her womb,
tasting her sweet nectar. Gasping she lifts her hips up allowing his tongue to move inside of her deeper
still. Growling deep within his chest, knowing how well he will please his love, he withdraws his tongue
to replace it with his fingers. Sliding two fingers deep within her he teases her with them and flicks
his hot wet tongue over her little nub, arousing himself even more as he gives pleasure to her.
begins to moan, writhing in ecstasy, he feels her begin to contract around his fingers, he knows she
is close, so very close, but he does not want to bring her to the height of ecstasy just yet.
his fingers from her tight warmth, rising above her smiling into her eyes that burn like emerald fire.
He kisses her, sliding his tongue into her mouth allowing her to taste the sweet honey of her womb on
his lips. Pulling him down to her she arches up wanting him to fill her with his shaft.
her entrance he pushes inside of her. Moaning as he feels her wet warmth close around him. Sliding
into her tight sheath, until he fills her completely. Gently, slowly he begins to move. Pulling out
of her almost all the way then plunging back inside of her. Making her gasp and wrap her legs around
him. Pulling him deeper still within her womb.
They are lost in the magick of their own love.
Moving as one they fill the night, the moon seems to grow bigger and brighter, giving off a bright golden
glow. The mists swirl around them enveloping the two lovers. Holding them in its own embrace.
together lost inside the magick they have created, they find ecstasy, swirls of rainbow colored light
flash out and all around their bodies, the moon glows even brighter, filling the clearing with a glow
equal almost to that of the sun. Wrapped around each other they collapse, their bodies spent.
They lay on the ground, hearts pounding as one, entwined together, still wrapped up in the power of the
magick they made here.
Smiling sweetly but sadly down upon his love, wanting to spend eternity
here with her, inside of her, but knowing he can not. Touching her face softly, turning her towards
him for a kiss.
"Sleep my love, sleep in the peace and light of the magick we have made here
on this night" Touching his lips softly to her own, putting her into a deep dream-filled sleep. Gently
laying his open palm upon her smooth belly he whispers, "Grow my child and give your mother much joy
until we meet again" Tenderly touching his lips to her flesh. He rises, standing above her, wanting
with all his heart to not to have to go, but know he must. He walks away towards the forest, naked,
leaving his heart behind him, and disappears into the wood.
Waking to the sound of birds calling
out their morning song, a gentle breeze flowing over her, murmuring and turning to hold her love close,
she realizes she is alone. Startled she sits up and looks around her. He is gone. A tear trickles
down her cheek, she wonders briefly if it was even real. Out of the corner of her eye she sees something,
rising up on to her knees she leans over and picks up the object. It is his loincloth. The tears come
now one after the other, silently flowing down her cheeks. Why? She wonders. Why must it be this way?
"WHY??!!" She cries out in heart wrenching pain. "Why must we always part? When will we be together??!!
FIVE YEARS LATER
A small cottage sits just inside the woods,
giving it the appearance that it simply grew out of them. In front of the cottage is a small clearing,
full of wild flowers, with a circle in the middle clear of all but a bed of soft sweet smelling clover.
There is a woman standing there in the clover, watching the woods and smiling softly yet sadly. Her
hair once wild and full is pulled back into a long and curly tail. It is still as red-gold as it was
five years ago.
A small child comes running up to her. "Momma! Momma!! Look what I have!"
The child is holding a silver necklace with a charm on it. Taking the necklace from her daughter, Rowan
holds it up to the sunlight to see it better. It is a small pentagram and inside it is the triple
moon, one waxing, one full, and one waning. Looking down at her daughter she asks "Where did you get
this?" "A fairy in the woods gave it to me momma. He told me to take it and keep it always, I can keep
it can't I Momma? He gave it to me." Tears filling her eyes nodding her head yes, "Yes my sweet child,
you may keep it" Kneeling down in front of her only child she clasps the necklace around her tiny neck.
"The next time you see this fairy, tell him your momma misses him" Kissing her daughters cheek she
sends her off to play. Standing, facing the wood, eyes searching it, "So my love you are still here.
One the night of the new moon I shall dance once again. This time we shall make magick to make you
By Dani A.
breathing that rush of desire.
Jewels for your careless pleasure.
Blink in the sun,
never again run.
My hands-how they move
like lithe demons
Hmm...the palace of conception is burning.
Breathe my breaths.
Your silky touch overwhelming me.
Feeling...done this same act in time before.
sweat in the air,
smiles flattered & haunted.
Angel, shrieking voices.
hands keep time.
Temperature alters like a visible dance.
Rolling on our backs screaming with mirth,
glad in the guilt of our madness.
I can feel your vibes through my skin,
the hair on my neck...
Your past warms you in spiritless night,
as I lay there holding you, stationary...
The eyes of the night, luring as if in a dream...
By Fairy Moon Dancer, For Greg.
Though I become deaf to every sound,
always hear the sound of your voice,
Our laughter in my memories will bring a smile to my face.
the sounds of the world around me fade,
You're your tender voice,
telling me you love me,
shall hear forever.
Though my ears shall hear you say it never more,
Know you show it to me every
As the world grows silent to me,
Your voice I shall hear forever.
As I am slowly deafened,
You shall be my ears,
Through you I will hear the birds sing,
Through you I shall hear our child
Through you I will remember laughter,
For you will remind me of those sounds.
become deaf to every sound,
Your voice I will hear ever after.
Melted Under You |
Sometime later, when the rain slows
to a soft whisper,
my heart stills too.
It is the dawn and the sun
glistens through the raindrops
on the windowsill.
I feel warm and calm,
like the puddles after the storm,
like ripples of wind breath
their images quiver and pulse,
like a mirror on feelings
that well up in my singing eyes.
and I sigh my love as I lay
melted under you.
1998 Teri Taylor