MysticAlchemist

Lounging against an ageing tree trunk, my dream woman’s head nestled against my shoulder, we fill the afternoon telling each other stories into the stillness of the endless green countryside. Fantasies of times and places when life was simpler. Stories of travel and adventure. Stories of bravery and overcoming. Stories of power and passion.

The words soften as the shadows grow. Now it’s romance and love, and as we hold each other a little tighter, the stories turn to passion forbidden and taboo, only ending when the darkness claims us completely, our bodies finally becoming one.