I am The Black Orchid and it's still snowing this December. It reminds me of the inside of a paperweight when you shake it. Maybe snow is just salt from The Great Carnivore in the Sky. I feel quite festive this holiday and generous toward all. It is my desire to be with the mortals this holiday season. I have been alive for eons and yet feel to some extent they are my sisters as well as are the wolves. I sit here on my gold divan with my pet panther purring away and I smile as I remember the things they say. I feel a closeness to them as though they are like some soft, funny, fuzzy pets that I may devour, influence, or perhaps, even love. This waiting for the right man for a short eternity is foolish yet so charming and medieval. It warms my savage heart to think there is still some innocence in this harsh world. Wanda Lust, of course, is closer to me in philosophy though I am not a whore but a Goddess. Yet she gives off a hot molasses scent that is so pleasing to the senses and she has such warm, raw umber eyes. The goodness has not been driven out of her. The mortals warm my cold heart. I shall make their holidays sparkle.
So Charming and Medieval
December 21, 2010 by auntiecarol69