In golden lights, my desires took flight. Of a sight, I could not forget,
Hanging on silvery dew and the scent of the damp forest at morn, he wrapped his legs around my neck.
They flowed languidly.
Between his thighs, the golden orbs hung at the end of a golden torc.
The dim golden light of the night illuminated and highlighted reflections along the torc.
Under…
