.. Cherished memories of what could be..
Scent of desire aroused his
mating season.
New Year is the time when all wolves
go wild with their insatiable hunger,
and me as a weak shattered she wolf
is the only thing he
can’t have,
can’t touch,
can’t lose control by tasting her
salty skin…
can’t meet her primal urges,
can’t hear her mouths moaning,
can’t pull her upon a pine to make him
came more alive..
He wished for to chase her,
close her darkness,
lick her wetness with his long
blue tongue,
and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank
with shivering
diamond pearls bubling over of
relief down his bulged carnal desire…
…and she was only his imagination…
-Lily-
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Orkidèdatter 
Touching Shadow
Within Bringing Out
The Call of The Wild
Within Domesticated
Humans Echoes Wild
Life Deep Within Instinctually
Exposing Now
Pulse Quickening
Life Force Remembering
Heat of Spring New Coming From
Winter Memory Fires Below Above
Unbuttoning Freedom For All To See So Warm
Sinewy
Flesh and
Blood to Feel
So Alive And Free
All Senses Prickling
So Much More Experience
Of Life
Coming
Back to
Be As
Wild Life
Breathes Within Again
Unleashing Releasing
All Storms So Hid SMiLes
Dear Lillian Orchard Daughter Indeed
You Capture The Wolf’s Howl With SMiLes…
Yet True Only A New Moon Dream Come Fully..:)
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You always amaze me, thank you so much❤️
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To Use A Well Worn
Cliche Dear Lillian
Letting Go And
Fully Expressing
Our Shadow Parts
iS How Ice Princesses
Become
Queens
No Longer
FroZen So Free
Happy Winter Day
Warm to You Amazing
Norwegian Poetess With SMiles iNSPiRinG🙌❤️🏝
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Happy Friday beautiful guys❤️
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