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Re: You are a talented poetess
AlexaV See my TER Reviews 364 reads
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Thanks babe :-D

Xoxo

AlexaV1247 reads

hing 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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Freya Fantasia374 reads

This is a great and sensual poem.

Did you write it?

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AlexaV428 reads

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 ;)

Xoxo
A.V.

Posted By: Freya Fantasia
This is a great and sensual poem.  
   
 Did you write it?

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Hextyn319 reads

The tattoo in my left armpit is of the Norse goddess Freya's battleswine. I have no doubt you know all about her, but just for so and in a slightly threADy manner:

Freya was a goddess of passion. As such she ruled over romance and warfare. In her romantic state, she would be driven by a chariot led by kittens. As a warrior, she rode her swine into battle.  

Incidentally, her battleswine also shape-shifted into her human lover. Thus Freya was also known as (and sometimes maligned by her fellow pantheon) as a pig fucker. She wasn't really - her lover was humanoid.  

I love this story!  

Anyway I am sure that you focus on channeling her as the goddess of romance. But I do so enjoy her twisted background.  

xoxox

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electr0nsrealm366 reads

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.

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.  ;-)

I enjoy your work Alexa, thank you for sharing.
 

Posted By: AlexaV
 
   
   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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AlexaV365 reads

Thanks babe :-D

Xoxo

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