ROTM - 1.77.1 - Pleasure and Freedom Lyric
Its my own design.
Its my own remorse.
Help me to decide.
Help me make the most
Of freedom, and of pleasure.
Nothing ever lasts forever.
Everybody wants to rule the world.
Tears for Fear - Everybody Wants to Rule the World
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The butterfly flits from flower to flower. Her wings fight the flow of the wind, as she works her way towards her goal. Each flower holds more promise than the last one. The sweet scent, the brilliant colors attract her, entice her - making the struggle to get to the next one all the more worthwhile.
She lands on her favorite flower and gorges herself to bursting. The nectar is heady and intoxicating, much the way flight is to the woman sleeping inside. Feeding done, she moves to battle the wind again. Flying high above the flowers and grass, watching the world pass by with curiosity.
There is intent in her movement. Graceful with each flap, her purpose is inherent with each shift of her body; she is heading home. The departing sunlight shines through her wings, giving her an otherworldly glow. Her day is over and she relished every second of it.
Landing in the soft grass, she stretches, slowly turning back into the woman she was before the transformation. The cool evening air caresses her bare skin as she walks back into the house. She makes her own pleasure, and enjoys the freedom it entails.
Muse: Psyche
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Word Count: 196 (Not including Quote)
Its my own remorse.
Help me to decide.
Help me make the most
Of freedom, and of pleasure.
Nothing ever lasts forever.
Everybody wants to rule the world.
Tears for Fear - Everybody Wants to Rule the World
...
The butterfly flits from flower to flower. Her wings fight the flow of the wind, as she works her way towards her goal. Each flower holds more promise than the last one. The sweet scent, the brilliant colors attract her, entice her - making the struggle to get to the next one all the more worthwhile.
She lands on her favorite flower and gorges herself to bursting. The nectar is heady and intoxicating, much the way flight is to the woman sleeping inside. Feeding done, she moves to battle the wind again. Flying high above the flowers and grass, watching the world pass by with curiosity.
There is intent in her movement. Graceful with each flap, her purpose is inherent with each shift of her body; she is heading home. The departing sunlight shines through her wings, giving her an otherworldly glow. Her day is over and she relished every second of it.
Landing in the soft grass, she stretches, slowly turning back into the woman she was before the transformation. The cool evening air caresses her bare skin as she walks back into the house. She makes her own pleasure, and enjoys the freedom it entails.
Muse: Psyche
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Word Count: 196 (Not including Quote)