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Samhain Night The night air chills. Northern leaves glow golden and fall with the sun. Our nipples stiffen and touch sensually before our lips join. Our fire-dance is nigh, my sister. The scent of damp and decaying leaves fill the air, as the nights shorten and darkness comes ever earlier. Bodies are fevered with expectation, nipples swollen and lips moist as the greatest night of the Pagan year, draws ever closer, my dearest sister. The fire burns hot in the sylvan glade, warming our naked skin as we dance seductive rites for our Goddess, She who has endowed us with the magic of this Sacred Night… our eternal tryst. The words of the Great Goddess whisper softly through the enchanted glades of the Northern forests, an invisible mist which flows through our bodies. The voice of the Goddess demands our eternal return to this place of magic, to enact her sacred rites, of lust, love and service. The heat from the fire radiates outwards, like the heat from our bodies as the dance of desire begins again. Eternal, never ending night of carnal pleasures in her service, we her high priestesses will join together in frenzied love making once again. As night falls, the even-star sets in the west. The bright jewel of our Goddess kisses the misty treetops and the last light of summer fades into dusk. Hot as the crackling pyre burns the flame of our desire and our dance consumes us like the autumnal bonfire around which we twirl and sway. Our glistening skin glows in the firelight as we cast frenzied shadows upon the forest surrounding us, and spirits from the other side of the veil are summoned by our sacred rites, to rise and watch our eternal passion unfold… Night now brings with it, a damp coldness, which descends on the woodlands like a veil of sadness. The forest floor is thickly covered in a carpet of fallen leaves, their decay scenting the kaçak iddaa moist air. Such is the eternal cycle, of life, death and rebirth, and yet as we come together to celebrate the great festival of Samhain, the great Sabbat of the yearly cycle. We honour the ancestors and the goddess, with our fervent lust and wanton desires. Our naked dancing and love making around the sacred fire will warm and sustain the spirits of the departed with new life. They will partake with us, in the food, the wine, and witness, our sweat dripping bodies, entwined together, lust unbridled as we sate ourselves with the raw rapacious fever boiling inside of our bodies and souls… The stars wheel overhead as flaming embers rise to join them this sacred Samhain night, carried high on the cold north wind. Our bodies entwine in fevered dance as spirits rise around us from the stone barrows beneath the cold earth, taking up offerings left upon shuttered doorsteps. Hearths lay cold at summer’s end, to be lit anew. Life, death and rebirth, the end and beginning of the cycle. The fire burning within us is eternal, kindled by our Goddess before our first memories… shared as one heart till the end of dreams. Share my body as well, my sister. From the sacred glade, amidst the forest deep, the stars spin their eternal dance around the celestial pole. The darkness is deeper now, and the stars brighter against the blackness of space and time. The kindling is stacked high, awaiting the lighted torch, that will set fire to the wood prepared. Look deep into my eyes, my sister, kiss me slowly, softly and let me feel your body heat, the heat from your warm blood, as our passions awaken once again. We will be united in scared union, as we were on the first occasion and though we have spent time apart, we will return here again, to celebrate, those eternal cycles, and honour the great kaçak bahis mother goddess, with the lust and desire so strong in our hearts. She will be pleased and continue her benevolent blessings upon us, and we know when we are called to her service, she will be always by our sides. So, come close sister, let me feel your kisses, the smell of skin, and silky texture of warm moisture, the time is almost upon us. The sacred night is indeed upon us, my sister, as the great cycle of the earth’s journey around the sun reaches the night of the Samhain. The holy night, when veil twixt the living and the dead is opened, and spirits are abroad. We are summoned again in re-union to dance in naked desire under the forest moon. Our time is nigh, when we are called together at the end and the beginning of the eternal circle of the world. Our fair Goddess, the All-mother, the All-femme cast our roles when the world was young, and through the long aeons we have joined and re-joined this night to serve her divine will as Priestesses of the Eternal Circle, the sacred symbol of the ever-passionate Femme. As flames dance before us, our spirits are kindled and our bodies unite again, given to one another in sublime intimacy, in her honour, and in our timeless love. Fingers entwine. Wet, glistening skin glows in the firelight and joins together in sexual communion as two become one, summer becomes winter, and the spirits of the dead bear witness to our eternal dance. Yes, my sister, my blood and my flesh. A year has but passed since the last time we performed the ancient rites in the forest so deep. The air is cold now, as the cloudless nights allow the stars to bear witness to this night of nights. The veil between this world and the land of those who have vanished off the face of the mother Earth, has thinned, and will not exist on the night of the great feast. Our illegal bahis Mother, fair of face, graceful of form, enchantress of lust and desire, has joined us in her service for endless cycles of time. The flames will dance, red hot embers will float into the night sky, like a million fire flies , the drums will pound their hypnotic beat, and we will move around the fire before the witnesses, the lesser servants of the Goddess. We two are naked and unbridled. My lust for your body, your lips, your sex is as crazed as it ever was. Our union will be the highest example of love, I want so much, to take you again, feel your heaving body moulded into mine. The Goddess, will be well pleased by our love making. Love which ensures the natural order of the cycles of the Earth will continue for all duration. Sister, my sister, ready your body and mind, it is close now, the great sabbat. The stars bejewel a moonless sky as the fire is kindled and we are met once and again. Our fire dance begins under the dark dome of night, but the horns of a waning moon will rise with our passion, a sliver of light ascending before dawn. This Samhain night is ours, given to us by our Goddess, a timeless rite on a most holy sabbat. Naked and wild we join in love, in passion eternal. I take you by the arms, my eyes lit with fire! We twirl and sway to a music in our hearts, sung by our Goddess. We pull close together, breast to breast and whirl like the rising embers of the fire. Our tongues join in an intimate kiss, a promise of the unbridled desire we have shared for nigh upon five millennia since our union was first bound. She whom we serve was known and loved by all in that long-ago age, but we preserve and manifest her spirit in this latter age of dim memory and darkened mind. We are her love, the blossom of her flower and our passion for each other is our passion for her. Take my body. Breathe my breath and share this night with me for all time! And so it begins, in amongst the trees, are the witnesses, priestesses and devotees of the Goddess, she who is our mistress.
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