lady of the lake, the beginning

2001-08-27 @ 20:30

on a hot summer night, the lady of the lake let down her long dark hair and as the sun set she lay herself bare to the passions of the earth. the moon turned silently. did angels look away? the orange sky warmed her skin, her smile eased into the night with the gentleness of evening rain. her eyes fell closed. the soft earth absorbed her young curves and calmly drank her in. her breath flowing into the night, slow, deliberate. dark thin clouds tell of forboding danger and issue a silent warning that she does not heed. she is quiet and content. she waits for the silence to course through her veins, to track sensations of devastating electricity and defying strength. as the darkness closes around her she sinks peacefully into the word of the goddess, saturated in her liquid power, lusty and decisive. then she laughs, the laugh of pan, playful and delighted.