Lovers in the forbidden woods

Into the misty woods, I followed him.

His dark black wings beat and rustled up the night air.
Drawn by passion, encouraged by curiosity, deeper and deeper we went until I questioned my sanity.

Who would follow a winged stranger by moonlight?

Silence.

An arm outstretched, reached back for me. Skin touching skin, electric currents reminded me why I followed.

The mist parted to reveal the grotto we hoped to find — a place where lovers could me and find reprieve.

He lay me on a bed of moss, his wings covering over my moonlight skin.

I surrender to the moment

to the guardian

to the forest of lovers.

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