Treasure
The Lady Andariel
Copyright 10072024
I wake at 3 in the morning and I wrestle with sleep. Perhaps a bit of whiskey will keep my thoughts in check. I was dreaming of you when I woke. Your sweet kiss, wrapped in my arms, our bodies spoke what no one would say in polite company. I need you, I want you. My body aches with its craving of you. You, my muse, have engorged my petals and they drip with a salty, musky scent. I crave to taste your bliss. Heaven could not compare to you, my enchantress. I am completely enamored. To worship you is my heart’s desire. To play gently with your cavern designed of petals from the most beautiful flowers. I seek to bring you to the top of the mountain and taste your release as you let go of the fountains from your pleasure. You, my love, I treasure.
Treasure
By:
The Lady Andariel 