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Aug 09, 2009
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Tarnished Wings part 4
" My people love guest, as you are about to discover,"
"They will have you sleeping on the softest of clover"
"If you harm my people, I promise you will die."
"My vengeance is great, so don't even try."
"My queen," laughed the stranger.
"Let me assure,my visit it peaceful,
"My intentions are pure."
Then she looked in his eyes and said
"I guess we will see,but the last thing you want,
"Is to make an enemy of me."
"Your majesty!"he crooned
"Your spirit and beauty is fair,
"Crossing you?No I wouldn't dare."
Then he pulled her close
Put his lips to her ear
And whispered softly
"You have nothing to fear."
"Feeling his breath on her neck,
She felt her resolve slip away
She had the strangest sensation,
She wanted him to stay
She felt a yearning in her thighs
She did not understand
She fell into his trap
With the simple stoke of his hand
Yes his evil spell had been cast
She would play his game
He would tarnish her wings
And bring shame to her name
She had no idea, of the trouble to come
There would be no one left standing
Once he was done
To be continued
'
"They will have you sleeping on the softest of clover"
"If you harm my people, I promise you will die."
"My vengeance is great, so don't even try."
"My queen," laughed the stranger.
"Let me assure,my visit it peaceful,
"My intentions are pure."
Then she looked in his eyes and said
"I guess we will see,but the last thing you want,
"Is to make an enemy of me."
"Your majesty!"he crooned
"Your spirit and beauty is fair,
"Crossing you?No I wouldn't dare."
Then he pulled her close
Put his lips to her ear
And whispered softly
"You have nothing to fear."
"Feeling his breath on her neck,
She felt her resolve slip away
She had the strangest sensation,
She wanted him to stay
She felt a yearning in her thighs
She did not understand
She fell into his trap
With the simple stoke of his hand
Yes his evil spell had been cast
She would play his game
He would tarnish her wings
And bring shame to her name
She had no idea, of the trouble to come
There would be no one left standing
Once he was done
To be continued
'
— greeneyes, Aug 09, 2009
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Tam the Chanter
16 years 10 months ago
Tarnished wings
greeneyes
16 years 10 months ago
thankyou