In deep forest of blue mountains
lived two lovely Cherokee maids.
Shadow Woman and Red Hawk Feather
who for their magic were greatly famed.
They could shapeshift and they could conjure
powerful spells for many things
but their love spells were the strongest.
In dreams the braves called out their names.
They’s runnin bare
Though wildflowers
Wearin nothin but a smile
Runnin bare through all their wild dreams,
Them braves would catch em in a while
They was sweet on big brave Running Bear.
He was a red woman’s true delight.
So they shapeshifted into shewolves
sneaked into his lodge one starry night.
Oh what a picture was that red hunk
laying hairy-bare on a soft bearskin
but his woman picked up her long spear
when she saw those two shewolves come in.
They’s runnin bare
Out of the lodge door
Running bare out through the woods.
That mean ole woman threatened to kill em
And those shewolves knew she would !
~~~~Pause
Well they were not to be defeated
so they concocted a brand new plan.
Running Bear... well he was worth it.
He was their kind of big bronze man.
That night they waited in the cornfield
until they saw him leave his lodge.
They had a chance now to seduce him
with no arrows or spears to dodge.
They’s running bare
Body parts bouncing.
Giving that brave a shocking look.
Then when they saw his... interest... rising
They knew they had him on their hook.
Shadow Woman and Red Hawk Feather
Shaman sisters with dark powers deep inside
Their tribe, treated them with respect
for they all feared for their hides!
If you wanted to know a cure
they would give it to the pure
Even the strongest braves feared them too
for they could conjure the lightening bolts
from out of the heavens blue!
They’s running bare
At time of full moons
Running bare, nothin to hide
Running bare, working their magic
Making all those big braves cry
~~~Pause
They were sexual entities,
they had plenty passion to sate.
At the sight of Running Bear,
they always got the urge to mate.
He had a body made for sin,
and long black flowing hair
He had a woman named Little White Dove,
but the sisters wanted to steal
the honey of Running Bear.
They’s running bare
Actin awful naughty
just to grab his interest soon
Running bear sat and watched
Their daring dancing beneath the moon
The sisters chanted and danced nude
around a campfire burning bright.
They shapeshifted into She Wolves
by the secretive cloak of night.
With silver fur and glowing yellow eyes,
they found Running Bear, their prey.
Baring their sharp teeth and growling,
they would take him without delay.
Running Bear
Didn’t know what hit him
When that shaman spell took hold.
He’d never wanted to mate this badly
It could make a young man out of an old
~~~Pause
Little White Dove, ever watchful,
quickly ran to defend her man.
She was wild with woman rage,
and held a long spear in her hand.
Little White Dove's love held power,
and it made the She Wolves flee.
They tucked their bushy tails in horror
and ran away from the tee pee.
Running bear thought it was funny
To see his woman so riled up.
He took a big sip of fire water
Not knowing what the sisters put in his cup
Little White Dove, this day had won victory,
But the Shaman Sisters, weren't finished, No Siree!
They stalked Running Bear, and laid in wait,
Soon they'd catch him alone
then he WOULD MATE!
As he approached the summer cornfields,
the shaman sisters began to chant
He becomes beguiled and subdued,
and knows to fight them, he can't.
Running bear drank that fire water
In which was mixed two blue pills
Running Bear felt so virile and strong
Not even a she bear would be safe for long
~~~Pause
The sisters threw him to the ground
and cast his leather loincloth away,
They each took turns arousing his pride
that was boldly on display.
Ah Yes, sweet torture was his fate,
As the sisters prepared him to mate.
Moans and screams of pleasure
soon filled the hot night air,
As they took turns riding Running Bear.
5/2/2007 U-di-yv-li a-gi-ya( Shadow Woman )
and Gi-ga-ge Tia-nu-wa U-gi-da-lt ( Red Hawk Feather )
Oh Man, "Not even a she bear would be safe for long'
Some women allways gets there man,like Dudley Dorite.
You rock SC and you to La Belle,I allso like this shapeshifting
thing you speak of ,interesting.
stan
Don't put together dinamite and firing-caps...its going to be a hell of a BANG!!!!
Or...don put together a Southern Belle with a Redhead...you will get a hell of a BANG!!!BANG!!!
Piff?
Georg
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2007
Yee-Hawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
What a tale....
You two are the bestest in the westest!
Hugs to both fine women here..SC & LB
Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2007
Fantastic Collaboration SC and La Belle...delightful read...Hugs, Peggy
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STay POsitive!
STay SAFE!
Give us another twosome!
Some women allways gets there man,like Dudley Dorite.
You rock SC and you to La Belle,I allso like this shapeshifting
thing you speak of ,interesting.
stan
Or...don put together a Southern Belle with a Redhead...you will get a hell of a BANG!!!BANG!!!
Piff?
Georg
What a tale....
You two are the bestest in the westest!
Hugs to both fine women here..SC & LB
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