You create this passion and it continues to flow within me
In time of my distructiveness and in times of love lost
You are the boat that carries me across desolate planes of existance
You hold me down when the sky begins to sway

And when you leave,
even for the slightest moment of frusturation,
I no longer float in one place but am a disasterous bomb

waiting

...to be released.

I await for you to continue your stories of the graceful flowers and faeries that dance upon them. So delicate and yet so devistating if i misplace my step. For they will trap me whole, my every being into a world where there is no escape and no means of setting me free. No sympathy, no comforting hug. Only bars everywhere i turn. One block. One bed. One destined to be wife.
But how could this be a fairy and a human for a wife. Not so much human but Witch. The Divines decision brought forth for two unknowning lovers.
Passionate
Exotic
Heat flowing between them
 
A child
 
Born from between the legs that once found pleasure there.
Her brests lay sore. Her child grown into a man. More so fae then witch himself.
And yet... he longs... as his mother longed to be free...