Dear Diary [Mature]

Part I of V

Dear Diary,

I did not deserve that pleasure
A thrill that tingled the tips of my toes to depths of my soul
His touch was as gentle as a butterfly floating careless through the wind 
His grip was as firm as a Warrior clinging to the steel in his axe
His words were as chilled as a calm lake on a windless night
His body was as steamy as a pool of water wading above fiery lava rocks 

Forgotten are the whispers that he floated through my ears
My only cherished memory is the unbuckling of his platemail armor
Followed by the slow, undoing of my lavender, pink dress

... to be continued

 

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