The cocoon picked up and treasured by the Goddess in the Garden of supreme ecstasy. Polished away the rotted tears matted down against the cocoon shell exposing pores that could swell for the buitterfly trapped inside to breathe. Flickering just one pore could expose a sweet slide as the butterfly soon realized that the cocoon was temporary. Just…Read More

In the Goddess Garden there are many free animals that float and flitter about searching for nothing they dont already have. You see simple child the surrender to play is the release of one’s fears, failures and flunders. They wonder. They rejoice in their own creation. A bird stretches its wings the higher it flighs. A bee buzzing for someone’s…Read More

To dream of my Goddess is to listen to my heartbeat located like a luscious Red jewel nestled inside the plush pillow. Some Fools of day past assume the treasure box must be broken open cracking the lock and ripping the sides so completely that perhaps it may takes years for someone tender to loveingly sew the stray seams together again. For in…Read More

She fills me so completely. When I let her. I struggle to release my grip, my grip that chokes the creative cum explosion from Goddess Zenova’s glorious worshiping choir. Stroking my pet and listening to her commands, I breathe in slowly and Deeply begging to be completely controlled. TEnsing only when my mind chatter dilutes the harmonious energy…Read More