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beryl walks gently through the peaceful garden, listening to the silent growth and beauty of natures floral gifts, as soft opaque silks cling to her sweet form, like a wall between the natural beauty of flesh and the petals of the flora, both soft, smooth and pleasing to Man's eye.
beryl absorbs the tranquil spirit of life growing around her. her curves move with a gentle flow as she follows the soft noise of running water in the distance, breathing deeply, her mind is filled with natures symphony, the sensory delights of nature consume her, warming her beating heart. beryl kneels on nature's lush bed of grass close to the banks of the clear running water, the creamy soft flesh of her parted thighs blending with the flesh of the grass, her mind wandering to the best gift of nature, and He enters the peace of her dream, bringing bliss and fulfillment to the environment she experiences. beryl reaches her arms forth, wrists crossing as she clasps her thumbs, palms open, a gentle butterfly ready to take flight flittering along the ground.. midnight locks of hair frame her face as she closes her eyes, dreaming He were there to take her gift of submission, like the beauty surrounding her. beryl hears the light flutter of a butterflies wings, she opens her eyes from the dream of Him, and seeing the glorious splendor of the creatures color and flight, she rises to her knees, the movements of her lithe flesh sublime in the garden of Gorean delights as the butterfly flutters before her beryl smiles brightly, delicate hands floating upwards as her crystal gaze follows the butterfly's path, her eyes filled with the wonder of life as she uncurls her sensuous body, gracefully rising to her feet, twirling about on her toes as the butterfly flitters above her head.. beryl darts gracefully to and fro, the sweet sound of laughter floats upon the breeze as she follows the butterfly, frolicking merrily through the silent beauty of the luscious garden, her crystal eyes sparkle with joy as sheer silks swirl charmingly about her.. beryl flutters her fingers before her voluptuous body as she mimics the carefree flight of the butterfly as she follows it closely along the bank of the gentle flowing stream. Her dainty hands clap together as she laughs merrily, trying to catch it in the cradle of her hands beryl giggles joyfully as she claps her hands softly together, just missing the butterfly, she skips after it through the lush vegetation.. the suns warm rays kiss her creamy soft flesh as she comes silently up on the butterfly, her hands just barely grasps onto it beryl sighs softly as she opens her hands slowly, her heart beating faster as the butterfly rises up, fluttering away woundedly.. hurriedly she reaches out, tears in her eyes, carefully catching the poor butterfly in her warm hands.. the sweet light laughter gone from her eyes as she sees its struggle for life, her heart anxious, a slight panic to its beat beryl whimpers softly as the butterfly slowly stops fluttering.. her heart crying out to it as she bends forward, her head touching the bed of grass as soft midnight locks fall forth.. cradling the butterfly, she crosses her wrists beneath her.. her body trembling as silent tears fall, lost in natures delight, the loss of life overwhelms her beryl reaches her hands slowly forth, her trembling body lowering, stretching out upon the cool grass as she weeps uncontrollably, her lithe form quaking with despair.. her heart heavy as she gently lays butterfly on a soft bed of grass. the butterfly had the power spirit and the grace of angels, and is now gone beryl presses up to her knees.. her face bathed in tears, body shaking in misery as she rocks back on her heels, creamy thighs rippling as she kneels modestly, straightening her back as she bows her head.. bringing her hands to rest upon her thighs as she contemplates the fragileness of this beautiful life. *The End* |