A walk on the beach

by George "Papa" G.

papagtg@swbell.net

 



Hand in Hand, on a Moon Bright beach
pinic basket in hand
seagulls sing to the bays soft song
talking the talks of Gods and love's Magick
a lone white candle burns
as we sit within a circle drawn
Prayers said words read
Skyclad under Diana's light
simple grapes of Red ate, slices of cheeses killed one hunger
red wine drank giggles
Exploring what the Gods gave each of us
touches caresses laughter
soft whispers licks sweat
Toes to noses explored
tastes smells truths lusts
wetness hardness
oral anal cavities known
inner in her slow
fast hard gentle over and again
Power rises and Cones
Lights appears on the outside of vision confused by passion
the wind whispers the Gods praises
orgasisms cums pleasure Magick


 
 
 
George "Papa" G.
 

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