I wish you a happy Sunday everyone❤️
She is sensual, sexual and passionate
a Viking Princess
a northern light
a dark soul
a Nordic woman
untamed beauty and a bold heart
a story keeper
a mysterious wilderness
the one who carry my ancients within the marrow of my bones
the one who have bathed in my own blood
the one who wear my scars like stars with proud and beauty.
I’m a vision and a dream
I’m a nightmare on the holy altar
I’m an ice maiden from a rebirth of
Hell and back.
I’m tender, fragile and only me
with all my flaws.
I’m a flame over a crystalline bridge between death and our world.
I’m a seed from cosmos and a
daughter of a courageous man of the woods, a woman of a force of nature.
I’m vulnerable and transparency,
but I’m a heart of acceptance and authenticity of my life…
I’m me and only me…
Happy Friday everyone, make you a great day, because you are worth it❤️
.. Cherished memories of what could be..
Scent of desire aroused his
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 lose control by tasting her
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
and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank
diamond pearls bubling over of
relief down his bulged carnal desire…
…and she was only his imagination…
-A winter rose-
A winter rose played
with your cord, unraveled strings… Death is a bizarre soul,
I just had to understand,
a steam fills my mind while
you are stabbing me with Arctic icicles… I’m dark, haunted and bleeding
my own blood for the silence
you cutted me with so deeply.
Stardust glimmering on your body
as your eyes speak like
my lake of pure ecstasy flowing
over you like a gunfire and
our moans become a symphony of senses …
only our fire could ignite it…
a ice kiss where the stars met the forest and red velvet lips is my source to honey dripping from your secret knight.
Pull me closer…
heart beating faster…
fingers touching endlessly…
I’m pressing my angelswings tighter against your passion,
a lions roar are enchantment
into my mind
and plunge you deeper into my
sapphire wetness cave,
while our whispering breath makes goosebumps on my ivory velvet breasts.
Lascivious fire let loose…
teeth scratching paragraphs into flesh, growls and scattered notes of moanings pooling deep under my soul and skin..
desires of dark scent releases diamond pearls from rhythm of my purple velvet rose…
drip drip drip…
darkest sins in sweet harmony on satin…
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From the north a butterfly in
winter land under the
Polar star in the elongated
If you listen carefully you can hear
her wing stroke rises from a descending black
star from a nightmare visions
flash down below the abyss…
breaks through the chains from
a cage of
another day healing subconsciously
a picture of pain.
Bleeding memories and a battered
but beautiful as the midnight sun…
strong as the Northern Lights
dances on the
black canvas of the sky,
she colors her soul’s
landscape of a ruin to an