Inspired by Magic-2

The place, an island, enchanted, beautiful, created by her hand. She .. beautiful in every way .. heart and soul. She was inspired by magic to find her soul mate and then to create a heaven, a place for them to meet. A place where his body and soul could find sustenance whenever he wanted. A place where she could be the giver, the seeker and where they merged into one. A place full of love one could only find in dreams and fairy tales.

She envisioned it all.. first
a beautiful meadow full of fragrant flowers ..all hues, soft to touch, sweet to smell. The sweet fragrance wafted the air and soft petals created a bed for them on beautiful days and starry nights. She would bring him here to be inspired, to meditate, to dream, to create and to touch. To put flowers all over her body, in sacred crevices and on jutting breasts to run flowers all over her with the lightest touch showing his reverence, his devotion.. Her skin softer than the petals, would blush and fill with dew.. her nipples perking up with the scent and the touch of fingers as she lay on fragrant earth.. where she was adorned by meadow blooms enticing, fragrant, alluring, it seemed like her fragrance could surround him in bliss day and night. Her skin creamy, rosy, shining with the light reflected off of the morning rising sun.. oh what a beauty!! .. his eyes like magnets stuck to the vision. His mouth watering, his heart full. The sweet smell and taste of milky heaven..

At times she appeared the dreamy girl; the earth goddess – abundant/fertile; milky woman – mother/giver of life/nourishment .. all her different facets as beautiful inside as outside.

A heavenly vision was her rising from bed in the morning, hair curling around soft shoulders and falling to the curves of her rounded waist. A few wisps of curly hair would be stuck to her bosom and curling around her nipples. As curved as the river flowing towards the ocean was her body silhouette.

Seeing him she smiled with her eyes twinkling, and as it often did her smile appeared tilted at the corners of her rose bud lips. What a smile!!! All knowing and basking in love that was reflected beautifully in her eyes. When she smiled it seemed like a small dart would fly from her quiver and land straight into his heart telling him all she wished for to be done to her.. again and again..

It seemed the magical meadows would forever hold the sweet dreams of two lovers entwined in each others arms whispering sweet nothings, moans or satiated sighs.. every blade of every grass will carry these sounds to those tuned to the frequency of love, happiness and bliss…..🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

Secondly she envisioned an enchanted beach.. white sands shining intrinsically bright, heated, cool green/aqua waters embellished with jewels, corals, baby fish, waves lapping on the shores creating white suds from the water bubbles.. coconut trees swaying with the breeze.. a paradise .. she smiled .. what else does it need she thinks to herself? What do humans need on beaches to relax she exclaims.. swings, cabanas, saunas and waterfalls!!!

Her vision of him is sun heated tanned skin, a sprinkling of hair on chest and firm thighs.. a shirt with a few buttons missing.. shorts and a jaunty walk.. he’s walking the beach setting the scene in his mind of his next moonlight seduction of her, his goddess.. she can even trace his body in her mind .. tanned skin, lazy gleaming eyes, a hat .. a man comfortable in his own skin a lazy walk surveying the prospects of a midnight rendezvous with his magical moon lit goddess.

Little does she know what’s afloat .. a plan in motion in a creative man’s mind doesn’t take much time. The moon would give her tresses its silvery light.. he muses.. the heat of the setting sun warming her skin. He’s ticking off things in his head .. refreshingly cool pool, drinks, soft body landing place made of the softest material, massage oil, warm fire.. the seduction stage is all set, just the chief guest is to come and then woohoo!!

She bathes under the waterfall in the moonlight, touching her nipples again and again.. imagining the water is his mouth moving in rhythm suckling and releasing.. she’s running her fingers over her breasts stimulating them and making them ready for a long night of nursing. Her breasts are familiar with this rhythm and ritual she does before every feeding.. she’s filling herself by letting her breasts and body know it’s time to release their milky nectar. It’s a rhythm as old as the universe.. the Milky Way and the Moon and the stars… a cycle, a circle of rising energy meeting its destination. An exchange .. a transmutation, transformation from one form to another. In essence she’s a force of energy that’s rising and trying to find its match. A way to release it all safely and steadily.

To be continued …