Saturday, April 27, 2013

Supernatural Sensualtiy Saturday

Native Americans are very in tune to nature.
This special relationship may be powerful and sensual.
 Please enjoy this supernatural sensuality moment from Crow Magic.
New Release April 26

Am I falling into hell? Will I be reborn through fire? No fear, only distinctive thoughts ran through her mind. I’m warm and happy. I believe in the spiritual existence of myself. I will be strong!

 “Oh Great Spirit, thank you for your assistance and we honor all the unseen forces that have provided us with support and blessings this night and for this special request.” The cadence of his voice anchored her mind. “I give thanks for the light and wisdom of the flames and ask the energy be transferred to this lost angel, Lucy.”

Hearing her name, she focused on him. He had removed his shirt, his bare chest shining with sweat while his arms commanded the night. As every muscle rippled, he emitted supernatural power, sending erotic shivers through her. With a quick bow, he began an ancient dance, moving in a series of mystical twists and turns. Through the graceful movements, he became god-like in the candlelight. Not able to take her eyes off the shaman dance, she caught sight of a large tattoo of black wings covering most of his back with the wing tips hidden under the edge of his pants.

The flames continued to stroke her without pain. Tongues of pleasure lapped her skin. She closed her eyes, the vision of black feathers embracing her returned. Was it her crow spirit or his? Power coursed through her veins and the inferno absorbed fear and apprehension. The face of a crow appeared and whispered her name. A violent renewal of forgotten vigor and confidence emerged. Inhibitions developed into sexual recognition. Fiery fingers caressed her torso and cupped her breasts. Her back arched in pleasure.

“May the flame continue to burn and always remind Lucy of her power as a woman.” His voice drew her attention. She managed to open her eyes. Firelight painted his rigid muscles in gold and bronze. A lean warrior stood his ground, calling upon the elements to do his bidding. Silken wings emerged from his back and flexed behind him and in one fluid motion he unlocked his grasp and with his palms turned, plunged his arms downward.

 “So be it!” His voice roared with the blare of many voices.


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