Harvest Stories

With every sway of their hips while picking pumpkins, the villagers felt a primal desire awaken within them. When the harvest moon's rays bathed their naked bodies, it was time for the sacred ritual. They lay down on a fresh hay bed, offering their bodies to the moon goddess. Under her watchful gaze, their breaths mingled, their hands explored each other's curves as they expressed gratitude for a bountiful year. The scent...

Raysrise abovethe violet colored dawn Dapple the dimples and goose bumps of morn Gentle tinkling laughterat workamong the vines Nymphs cut and bend to harvest the cropsnimble fingers fillingbaskets of flavorSmiles of pleasing contentmentwith fulfillingcompanionable workfraught withcoquettish teasing Older ones softly and robustly vampingyounger onesin their fresh nubility Nibbling a grape or twowith lips stained ruby by t...

There's a tension in the mellowing;A striving in the firelight;A beauty in the darkening air;A gentleness in the autumn fury.Aging love, steadfastly kept,Is still a thriving, broad-shouldered youth.Well-worn hearts are entwined in ivy,Bursting with berried, passionate joys.These ancient days of soft caressesAre forceful in the dying day,And aching limbs still spring with happy desireIn the meeting of dear flesh on flesh.M...