The wolf woman moon Rising in her aura bath Gold.. ~*~ As if to posture her Beloved the Sun's brilliant flame.. as if blushing, bursting forth and brimming over Full with sundrops still at the remembering of his firey kiss.. Heated to her core now and glowing still ~*~ blazing ~ buzzing ~ broadcasting ~ basking in her own power to hold him within ~ Her own birthright to be the Light ~*~ shouting ~ shimmering ~ showing off ~ Howling ! to the heavens the Silvery Dawning of her own age.
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