Sexual Musings :: Lily Pads

“My veins are brushstrokes of indigo over yellow lily pads, a steady heart of flourishing green between Sundance and Moonrise. I don’t fancy myself a healer- or a warrior- or a scholar- But I am music and mischief, forgotten melodies and whispered laughter riding the wind waves. Woman of the wild, with thunder under her […]

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