The highlander of my wet dreams &
the epitome of Scottish manhood – the rise
of the Jacobite & the battle of Colloden,
ending it all.
That fiery red head fuels my desire, transporting me to Lallybroch.
I am the Lady Broch Tuarach arching her thawed back,
purring like a cat; her cream licked to perfection.
Her secret coveted, breathing pure unadulterated sex.
I stretch back and close my eyes, snatch
images of her glory box at the foot of my bed
running my fingers through locks,
strumming a frantic tune,
finding their way through crevices & folds; my highland landscape.
Tartan wool & kilt,
an 18th century romp & a battle for the heart.
But as always, English tyranny is never far from the scene.
Too many #Metoo moments and brutality stops everything in its tracks.
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