Healing Truth Artistry
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His delicious words spilled out upon the page
Like sensual kisses so perfectly placed
She drank them in like drops of sin
And like green ivy vines, those words intertwined
The seducer and the seduced
The dance went on late into the night
As she hung on his every sweet word
Failing to notice his predator’s stare
Or the small drops of blood on his vest
She couldn’t resist giving in to desire
Till his teeth sunk deep into her flesh
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A beautiful woman had been stranded on a deserted island, in the tropics, for many months. She was the only survivor of a terrible shipwreck which was caused by a drunk driving sea captain.
He had received previous SSWI tickets. (Sailing a Ship While Intoxicated ) tickets from the Coast but he was stupid and still drank while Sailing. His favorite drink was Jack Daniels.
Everyone died in the shipwreck except the woman in my story. Some of them drowned and others were eaten by sharks.
One of the men survived the shipwreck and was intending to swim to shore but was lured by a malicious mermaid out to sea
Our story character…. let us call her… “Sensualana” …swam to shore. She was a strong swimmer but still almost did not make the long distance.
She finally collapsed upon the shore and slept there exhausted for hours. Some pirates came and stole her clothes but did not take advantage of her.
I don’t know why. If you run unto them, you can ask them. I also do not know why they did not capture her or how in the world she did not wake up while pirates were tearing off her clothing.
When she awoke, she got herself up and went about the business of surviving on a tropical island. For the purposes of my silly story, she easily found shelter and learned how to get plenty of food.
She never thought about why she was naked or wondered where her clothes went.
She was creative and resourceful. She also had developed a great tan with no tan lines.. .since she was all alone on the island ….so she thought.
Little did she know that an indiginous tribe had been watching her. They knew the territory so well that they easily kept hidden from her, as a few of them watched her as she gathered her fruits and berries.
She entertained herself by singing and she had also fashioned a flute type of instrument out of a hollow wooden branch.
The men of the indiginous tribe loved to listen to her music. They found it stragely erotic and yet soothing.
Once a dolphin swam up to the shore to listen to Sensualana play her flute.
The music had magical powers and so the dolphin sprouted wings and began to fly…
Either that or Sensualla had eaten the wrong kind of wild mushrooms for breakfast….
Alas, one of the tribal men fell madly in lust with her. One day he was watching her as she was fishing in the ocean.
He admired her resourcefulness and her ability to make fishing tools from what she found here and there on the island.
She caught many fish and knew she would have a feast for dinner.
She left her fish in a bucket on the shore and decided to take a swim in the water. She dove underneath the waves and swam.
The man did not see her for a minute or so and almost ran out of his hiding place to see if she was drowning.
Momentarily he saw her head come up out of the undulating waves. She swam closer to shore and the sunlight danced off of her golden long hair.
The man watched… entranced. .. as the beautiful woman stood up in the water. The ocean water was waist deep and he could see the rest of her naked back.
Her curves were perfect and the man thought she must be a goddess.
Her hair hung down to her waist. She reached her arms up to run her fingers through her hair. As she turned, the man could see her from the front.
Her beauty was so stunning that he lost the strength in his knees. His foot moved and a branch he stepped upon made a noise.
She heard this and looked towards his direction. …..
What happens next is for your imagination to enjoy………:)
If anyone wants to continue the rest of the story in writing feel free to copy and paste this and then write your own ending. Simply designate where your part begins and credit my part to my blog.
Send link to me in the comments. Keep it a little silly or unrealistic, in order to stay with the style and mood.
Have a lovely, creative day,
Annie<3
Hold me closer
Brush away my pain
Feel my heart beating
Be my other player
In a beautiful duet
Make me feel enchanted
Take me from this earth
GentleKindness 