Media & Erotic Literature
You are a talented poetess
I love the imagery and phrasing and the way you make the reader immediately feel part of the scene.
That's the magic of poetry.
A guy's gotta respect that.
I enjoy your work Alexa, thank you for sharing. Gushing winds brush against my skin,
'til my bones and teeth are shivering
In the witching hour, waiting for Pan to devour
I close my eyes, excited for it to begin
Beneath my skirt the cold earth on my skin, I'm seduced by a silent chill.
Pretending the forbidden forest is around us, just us.
Your warmth melts the sting, all that was numb now regaining feeling
I don't mind the moon that taunts silver mist above me
I don't mind the crisp night sky, in the heat of my mind -you love me
A hooded vixen, disrobed. Her beast, his ritual -their show.
Breath me in, I'll feel you out.
Flirting with forces of nature, earth wind and fire.
Passion and pleasure, sexually spellbound.
Xo
Alexa
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Thank you Freya 
Yes I wrote it.
I love reading about the occult, ancient beliefs, Gods & Godesses etc. And I love that I'm not the only one
This is a great and sensual poem.
Did you write it?
Did you write it?
Pan was a cool dude, who loved nothing more than taking long naps, playing his pipes, and chasing nymphs around.
A guy's gotta respect that.
Gushing winds brush against my skin,
'til my bones and teeth are shivering
In the witching hour, waiting for Pan to devour
I close my eyes, excited for it to begin
Beneath my skirt the cold earth on my skin, I'm seduced by a silent chill.
Pretending the forbidden forest is around us, just us.
Your warmth melts the sting, all that was numb now regaining feeling
I don't mind the moon that taunts silver mist above me
I don't mind the crisp night sky, in the heat of my mind -you love me
A hooded vixen, disrobed. Her beast, his ritual -their show.
Breath me in, I'll feel you out.
Flirting with forces of nature, earth wind and fire.
Passion and pleasure, sexually spellbound.
Xo
Alexa
Thanks babe 