Kaivenna - Just This Thing...nsfw

Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped black to look and brood On the call this man made. No sound but a drunken coot Lurching home along river bank. Stars hung water-sunk, so a rank Of double star-eyes lit Boughs where those owls sat. An arena of yellow eyes Watched the changing shape he cut, Saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout Goat-horns. Marked how god rose And galloped woodward in that guise.

Faun

by Sylvia Plath

(via visardistofelphame)

Speechless….

I would feel glad that she is enjoying it so much.

PICZEL|PATREON

Awesome comic by Incase

Nice and deep inside her, I bet she finds it impossible to scratch out her desperate message anymore ;p