By terry
Date: 31 October 2000
An Autumn Wind Blows
She sat in the park, letting the dark envelope her senses
Ahhh, autumn in all its glory was here
Something she missed, the changing seasons
For her time was a constant now
Each day had a sameness that made her shudder to herself at the waste.
But she had known better times, oh yes
And in her heart, she knew they were not entirely over
For now she took pleasure in the small things
For this state had power of a sorts, oh yes
And she had honed her skills to their deadly best.
So without effort she cast her mind to the wind
And let her third eye float away to see what was afoot this night.
Flying, floating skimming, soaring
She delighted in the freedom she felt in this state.
And before long, she caught a scent, healthy, young, and vibrant
So filled with life that she could feel the saliva flow across the lips in her body, far to the north now.
Going into freefall she plunged,
Her soul appraising this lean, muscled blonde thing.
For one thing, he exuded a confidence that belied his tender age
And the fine white hair of his arms sent shivers through her loins still pressed to the bench
Juices flowing freely now at the thought of the play he would provide.
So she flowed around his tense body, letting her psyche caress here, touch there
Bringing him to such a state of arousal in just a few moments,
That she could feel the strain of his manhood pushing tight against denim
Merely by the taste of his sudden release of pheromones.
Allowing her spirit free access to his neck, she wound around and whispered
Ancient words of beckoning into his hot ear, ending with a wet kiss to the lobe,
That his hand immediately grabbed and rubbed thoughtlessly.
Flowing down again, she let her essence touch his throbbing hardness
Bringing him right to the desperate edge
Where he was caught without thought, without defense
Fully immersed in pure hormonal sensation.
So that was when she stopped
And led him from his friends, all unaware
And three blocks to the north, she willed her body to arise
And begin the journey to reunion again.
For tonight she would feed well
But only after playing first.
And oh such play she could already taste, blowing her way on the autumn wind.
Autumn, when green things shriveled and died,
But other things, dark, hidden things, came alive.
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