A Serendipitous Occasion! The Mag # 204

 

The Mill, 1964, by Andrew Wyeth 

Life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences but rather, it is a tapestry of events that culminate into an exquisite, sublime plan ~ Serendipity

It had been snowing constantly for days which had made her job at the mill estate such a struggle. The other staff had gone home the previous day & she was to work the weekend shift alone. He was the owner of the estate and had been the object of her lustful affection for months now but of course this was not something he was aware of. 

The announcement was made over a radio broadcast. Weather officials declared, "A snow day!" In these parts a snow day meant no work, no traveling and 'NO' visitors. He was scheduled to fly out on a business trip today but with the roads snowed in and the runways closed down, he was now stuck at the estate for the weekend too.

They were to be alone; not another soul within coowee of the place. Just the two of them, an open log fire, no power & a cellar of good old red!  

It was a most wonderful serendipitous occasion and one that would change their lives forever!

                                                        Written for Tess @ The Mag

(Coowee is a shout used in Australia, usually in the Bush, to attract attention, find missing people, or to indicate where one's own location is)

Spellbound!

By Katherine Fredes

The above picture I drew myself. It was my first attempt at sketching for many years. I thoroughly enjoyed myself doing it though. It was so relaxing, so therapeutic!


Spellbound

Can you recall the first time

Your first brush with desire

The teasing burn beneath your skin

That made you feel on fire

The ravenous beast that dwelled within

Of wanting, wistful lust

Impatiently longing for the time

When the smoldering could combust

Along then comes that moment

When the longing days are done

The pining turns to pleasure

When two become just one

A sensual explosion

Of bodies falling in

Exploring & delighting 

In the pleasures of the skin

Delightfully held spellbound

That such pleasure can exist

That once your done you can't wait

Till your next love making tryst!

By KMF

Light on Love - Magpie Tale 173

"Light on Love"

by KMF

The Promenade, 1918, by Marc Chagall

On pastures green 

The wind did blow

True love was in the air

His words seeped in

Right to her core

This man so debonair

Fingers intertwined

He held her hand

She felt all warm inside

She felt so light

Now the question asked

She was now to be his bride!

Inspired by picture prompt at Magpie Tales

WINTERLUST - Mag #165

Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004, by Jamie Wyeth

She paused for a while to rest her eyes. She had lost herself in this book for the last several hours. It was a good book, a good romantic novel. The kind she liked.  

She looked out the window & was mesmerised.  She began to wonder how the powdery snow would feel upon her naked body and watched as the crystalline flakes fell from the sky. Each flake glistening and floating till it kissed the ground. Moonlight and starshine shone down from the heavens, lending their light to the pristine white; creating a blanket of diamonds upon the earth outside.

Inside was toasty, heat radiated from the open fire place warming her bare skin. The window was painted by a curtain of frost, as she touched it she could feel the bite of the cold outside.

Something about this was exhilarating, causing a sensual awakening within her. In that moment she wondered what was taking him so long and wished he would hurry back.

 

Inspired by picture prompt from The Mag

Springtime Dreams - Mag #164

Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodin 

Inspired by picture prompt from THE MAG

Springtime Dreams

Her thoughts floated away on the springtime breeze

The imagery in her head was alluring and addictive

He was the object of her affection, yet he knew nothing of her feelings for him

So preoccupied in thought was she that she failed to notice his attentive gaze upon her

With her eyes cast toward the azure skies, his eyes were drawn to her beautiful & flawless skin

His mind was a torrent, overflowing with lustful thoughts about her

Thoughts about what it would be like to be with her; really be with her

To feel her soft gentle hands upon his skin

He wondered what it would feel like to hold her against him

To envelop her in his arms and move with her in the art of love

All it would take, was for him to reach out

To pull her to him and take the chance

Then all her dreams & fantasies would come true.

By KMF

An Empyrean Wonderland - The Mag #163

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas

An Empyrean Wonderland

I wonder if you are aware of this disturbance you cause

You stand there before me with such bountiful beauty

My eyes follow your curves and you provoke an invasion of lustrous thought 

You awaken a desire in me that is both dangerous and exhilarating

You're body is intricate by design

A masterpiece

A feast for the eyes

Your siren-like beauty is beguiling and seductive 

You incite a wanting in me that causes me to ache inside

With my minds eye, I make love to you

I feel the velvety warmth of your body under mine

I breath you in, stealing your scent 

My lips, my tongue trace the salty curves of your heavenly body

And I want you now more than ever

You are woman!

An Empyrean Wonderland

and

In you I could be lost forever

Written by KMF

(Inspired by picture prompt from The Mag)

Metronome of Love - Magpie Tales # 146

Metronome of Love

by KMF

As I lie within your arms

Our bodies fit like a glove

Two beating hearts crescendo

In this metronome of love

I see your eyes upon me

I feel your warmth, your touch

I physically can't get closer

I want you so so much

I fly with you above the earth

My feet can't touch the ground

I feel the tempo & the motion

Our bodies singing in the round

For Magpie Tales