Revenge Fantasy

Scutal & Bogues

No end of pleasure-rivers, the flow burst from under ground, and the moss goddess was born. I became in your hands and there was no going back. Gold flecks punctuated the flood in diamond motility and what I stopped in real life went on and on in memoria aeterna. Passion wended back under the rock bridge and took up with the subterraines, wound round and round my heart a river turned into a snake that ate my heart to protect it.