Bewitched and Beguiled - Sex Stories

Bewitched and Beguiled

The world revolves my angel, and once more The time is coming when the days grow short, When happy thoughts of summer flee away, And all around is desolate and bare. Come fly with me to some exotic shore, Where bathed in golden light, we two can sport, Dancing naked on the strand all the day, And through the night mount high into the air. O cruel lady, tell me what I've done, What crime that you should treat me so unkind, Why taunt me with your talk of sun and moon, And how you danced together through the night. I watch you from afar, while you have fun, Hourly scan my mail, yet no letter find. What means this silence, are you gone so soon, To roam in pastures new, far from my sight. *** Oh my sweet darling, surely you must know How much I love to dance with you alone, Beneath the stars, and silver moon's bright glow, And so all other loves I would disown. But just as at each bright day's new dawning The pale moon's gentle glimmer fades from sight, More intense than hot sun in the morning, In my dark sky you are the only light. My silly darling man, you are so wrong To cast in doubt my love's sincerity. You are my sun and stars, for you I long By day and night, for all eternity. See these pictures of romantic places Sweet paradise, where we can rapture find, In naked bliss, lost in hot embraces, Making love, our naked limbs entwined. *** My darling one, I do you dreadful wrong To berate you so, how can you forgive My uncertain questioning of your love. For deep within my ...

... heart I apprehend That what you feel for me is true and strong, And will endure as long as you shall live And longer still, for when we rise above This mortal world, your love will death transcend. Such images of sweet delight arise Within my brain, of newfound lands of bliss Where side by side, together we will lie, Two bodies joined in hushed expectancy, As one we mount in rapture to the skies. Oh has there ever been such joy as this, Consuming fire of passion, as we fly Up to the sky on wings of ecstasy. *** My husband, you weave such a web of words, That my head spins. What can a poor girl do Caught in your trap? Oh you could charm the birds From out of the trees, who could refuse you? I am just a simple soul, whilst you dear, Are a sorcerer, and your dark magic Holds me within its spell, and like a spear Thrust into my side, pricks me to the quick. Against your wiles I have no defence, And struggle as I might, submit I must To your flaming passion, no more pretence Of innocence. I am inflamed with lust, And thoughts of mundane things are swept aside By waves of irresistible desire, That carry me away upon a tide Of such rapture, I am consumed by fire. *** Dear lady, you are the one mistaken, I am as one bewitched, gently beguiled, Caught on silken filaments of yearning, To your enticements sweet, a willing prey. For you I have all other loves forsaken, A bright new world of wonder like a child I enter, my heart within me burning, To find that into paradise I stray. Sounds of ...