A Writers Tale

Surrender to divine illusions. Mask unveiled, heart of gold. The song of a story yet untold. Pure anticipation, freedom discovered... A fire is born, a quest mapped out before the lovers eyes, a grand surprise, hidden by deceit and lies. Maybe she was too much for him, maybe she had to be sacrificed for him... Her innocence restored so she may flow through this new world. The darling prince, claimed her heart, a touch of their hands, a glance of wonder and lust within his silver-blue eyes, the charm of his smile, the dimples in his cheeks, the fire that warmed her soul, his to keep. She gave herself to him through and through and she wished for nothing in return. Be your most incredulous self. Let the tale of the lady and her masculine weakness show you true love, from a distance, from the stars up above. Dancing in chaos, embracing the calmness of the storm, forlorn is thee, in captivity, under his spell, she did not wish to be free... Can't you see that there is noone else, n...

Naivety at its finest - One whiskey after the other... And another... Lilith woke that morning feeling a little more than tender... A product of overexertion from the night before. Her and her newly acquainted potential partner had established a beautiful level of rapport! They were up in the night singing and dancing joyously, captured by the moment, imitating the actors projected on the screen of the TV monitor. They laughed and exchanged flirtatious glances frequently... Many glasses of whiskey were drank... One shot then another... Then one thing led to another... As such, Lilith did not wake at her house that morning. No no, surprise surprise! She awoke in his house... And of course in his bed.. Fell on his phallace yet again... This was the second time she had embodie d the role of naivety when it came to her interactions with this gentleman. She was a fool, but at the very least, she enjoyed being swayed by him. She felt mildly shameful, but chose not to regret her action...