The Sojourner
I will dwell in my lover's breath,
and be a sojourner on a cherry breeze.
A delicious rose-purple mist, enevloping
forbidden memories.
Always craving... silky soft lips and a lifetime
of temptation.
To gorge on the image's, as sweet as over-ripe
fruit
"...Morgan le Fay was not married, but put to school in a nunnery, where she became a great mistress of magic."
- ?Mallory, Morte d'Arthur
MM Award Winner