untaimed belief (emotions of the elder gods)

untamed belief emotions of the elder gods
a story of the feeling more felt than known

it all started with an acorn drifting in the wind on the branch of the divine tree in a grove of the sapling gods,
druids cleaned and bards sung to the days of the sun...

softly drifting hazy mist covered the grounds as the growing fauns wondered distant hills in the depths of oaken and untamed lands...

in the centre of the grove in company it seemed lay two lovers ,
a bard it seems and his mate , both dressed in green and browns ,

harp within his hands a woeding whow sung a deep and violent beat of growing rocks cracking ice and flowers about to march to war.

her hands played with a piece of wood a pipe by the hand of loana sheilhan....

but of yor she did not as yet pluck it upon her dew filled lips so succulent and rounded though her bussum be, he noted with a weary smile..

her look to him in the manner of a doe with eyes cast to breesy things , prahapse a wolf comes...
a twig break or a single heart string pluck in the breese of her dawny brow ?

to the nerves within the moment  , what was to be was ever excluded from eruption or spouting but was always known about in the eyes and ears of a childly sprouting..

to the match of pipes her voice did lift the winds to her heart where they swirl the dandy lion seed in the worlds winds in this silent garden.

*knock knock*

the doors of hearts are opened by subtle thieves and givers ,
not all taming happen on their own do they *wink*

to any that would imagine , thunder struck , well it did in its own way

by the presence of a leaf between them from here felt heart oak... a single fold of a leaf with a glow worm,

 upon it.

of worthy note her eyes met his and his hers and anon unabashed they kissed...
not to say earth shattering but , will he say he never liked it will she no.......

to press the earth against your chest the wind blowing in your hair the moment a timeless vergine for the plucking of many a line in woe or joy of tidings and undoing's of frock and coat....

ever her fingers entwined the shaft of his bayworth staff , darkened by the sun and winds of the working world..

eager she was and not displeased did he be and most surly did he press his chances to steal all the kisses he could , and verily her lips sunk into his soul as one would sink a spoon to hilt in fine cream.

pressed as they where he could not help but run his fingers through her butter cup hair so soft and beautifully light and gently a thing in the worlds eyes,

her eyes did coarse his face amongst the stars her heart beat a drummings as of the wild and noble flute.

one could not breath for her scent were to precious and her lips so divine in the kissing that time itself had no meaning or end.

his eyes and heart you see where so gently stolen through her hand and he was entirly hers..

though you dream of one life it was never to be your dream for the lovers of hearts never leave..

passing time in her silken breath , of her lips and ears he did savour the taste of her fountain ... dew drops...

woe betide one who would hurt this which most comely make life so sweet..
for ever the moon would keep her in his world.

Martina's fire

*tickle*

*cups Martina's head in his gentle hands and pills her lips in for a kiss*

and rips my panties off at the same time

her succulent and slightly moist lips penetrate his mind as the feeling of her tongue fill his mind with ecstasy

her fingers begin to press against his bulging zipper

and his arms lock around her in a tight lovers embrace

like a sea pirate

and Domandars other hand cups her warm moist folds through her softly wet panties

as she drips warmth over his shiny finger tips

mmm kinky

Martina mumbles a warm seduction over the kissing

her hands wrapping firmly round his shaft

and stroking up and down around his throbbing hot balls

Domandars hand flowing like a squid over her buttock cheeks and into her pants like a squid

his lips fold round her nipple and the surrounding flesh his teeth nipping the skin while he sucks hard

tongue moving fiercely

his arms around her possessing her every inch

her femininity folded round his thumb

the clit clinging to his palm and throbbing with her heart beat

as his tongue moves like a saw blade rough and pleasurable

over a painful nipple

painful and yet with every breath she quivers

in passion

Martina starts to kiss his hair and his face her lips coursing fire from head to toe , as they move with a need beyond hunger over his adams apple

her tongue flicking sweet irreverent kisses to his moist skin

her hands round his warm and eager cock

stroking his heat

with an eager and wanton fire

her lips covered in beads of salty moisture

her eyes glazed a shimmering heat filling them with his heady musk

her breath and his coming in jagged gasps

fingers to firmly pressed

hard and heavy

the soft light filled with warm scented steam

as she roughly dragged his pants off

and his hands filled with passion thrust her top aside

and thrust inside her with a fervour only seen in gladiatorial wrestling

her skin alight with pin pricks

her lips quenched upon his

as they made ardent love

her lips parted as his tongue and hers touched with a gentle passion

caressing deeply

hands meeting over her head

and wrapped around her neck

salty skin and nipples meeting

as they moved together

her lips held tight by a hand - that she bit

the pain only adding to the heat

her breath warming his hand the moisture of her lips caressing his palm

her breathing coming in gasps

her hips pulling him to climax

her fire exploding in orgasm

wet , so wet

drenched in sweet sweat

electric fire

the wonder of creation the wonder of love
you cast stones in a pool the ripples are felt miles away

hearts can turn on the heats of a moistened finger
turn on the steamy waters of a full cup

you dance but nobody see's you
some times just to be you

a heart in a cup
simmering fright
earth wind bright

when my arms encircle you in the heat for the massing's of the knight
close to your core - i get you
get you

fingers moving to the breese of your cool chilled nitrogen soul
electric fire in the place where currents pass unhindered 
resist me not - resist it not

within you , a finger tip pressed to lips
no no - your hearts on fire 
mine to mine to

finger tips pressed to lips - tongue entwining
the tip - electric whip
close to you , tongues ignited

finger tips passing through your steam - make you dream
electonic shiver in your soul - deeply moved
heats a fire - caress without a care in the world

lips meet - a kiss some would call...
passing time - electric
though you dream - remembered

thy fire on my lips - your heart pulses
electric whip - selective
kisses - electric

your touch on my heart - selective
a kiss between the hips - erective
colective dreams within - you

*heart*