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Passions Of The Quill part XIII: A Masquerade Of Sensuality ~part A~  

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10/30/2011 6:44 pm
Passions Of The Quill part XIII: A Masquerade Of Sensuality ~part A~

Is this atmosphere summoned by quill? The poet leans upon the wall with laced and frilled white shirt untied with a purple velvet split tailed coat overtop unbuttoned. The shirt tucked loosely into black tight leathered breeches, with a dramatic mask of masquerade as belt buckle. Black velvet boots with purple trim upon feet also bear matching buckles on ankle. His celestrial gaze of dreams peer from beneath a white ivory and silver trimmed cherub half mask at the ball before him. Crystaline chandeliers twinkleing amber hues upon the black and white facades within, who is and who isnt on this all hallowed eve is not a question he ponders upon. For she is here moving with angelic wings within crowd the black and white coupled with majastic purple a subconscious match or implanted suggestion the poets magick a addictive enigma. Still he stays unmoving a watcher upon the outside looking in as the masses dance his fantasy. Does he stand here or sit at desk matters not as he walks through with the grace of the quill that strokes the page, many eyes see but not see as background fades to two in minds eye, but she sees him and smiles sweetly beneath glittered mask, he moves to her but motion in this wide awake dream surges in orchestrated song and dance and hands take his in twirling rythm as his sight loses focus in circular motion, a feminine body close to his, caught in his magick he whispers unto her ear as he exchanges his hands for anothers so she may find her dream in this nights facade, rubbered balloons and explosions of glitter surround him as his mind sees couples around but yet he stands alone. Then there beyond two that embrace in sensual dance she beckons and smiles holding his quill to her lips. She sits at table with well and parchment facing him, as in response his oaken desk appears before him in<b> orgies </font></b>center, he smiles his seductive smile and whispers, "Its time to play sweet Juliet." And he puts quill to hand and begins to paint a symphony. To be continued...
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