Odin Describes the Body Features of Naked Goddess Freyja (NSFW)

Odin:

Mortal seeker of wisdom’s flame,

Your heart afire with questions’ name,

Sit with me, and let the night unfold,

As tales of old and secrets yet untold.

The fire crackles, casting shadows deep,

Where truth and mystery in darkness creep,

Yet, in the light of embers’ glow,

We’ll weave a tapestry of words to know.

Fate’s threads entwine, a complex design,

Guiding us through life’s labyrinthine,

Even gods must heed the Norns’ decree,

And wait, as destiny’s tapestry unfolds with glee.

Speak your mind, let your heart’s voice be clear,

And I, the Allfather, shall lend an ear,

For in the realm of poetry and dream,

Lies hidden truth, and wisdom’s mystic theme.

So, choose your words, and let the conversation start,

For in the night’s embrace, we’ll find the threads of heart.

Seeker:

Hail Odin!

Odin:

Mortal, your hail echoes through the night,

As ravens watch, with eyes aglow like embers bright.

Huginn and Muninn, my faithful companions true,

Whisper secrets, as the wind whispers anew.

With Gungnir’s might, I pierce the veil of fate,

And see the threads of destiny, that shape and create.

Your presence here, a curious thing, indeed,

A seeker of wisdom, with heart and spirit freed.

Speak your mind, and let our conversation flow,

Like the Well of Mimir, where wisdom’s depths do grow.

What is it that you seek, in this mystic night’s embrace?

Shall we weave a tale, of adventure, or wisdom’s grace?

Seeker:

*offers Odin a horn of mead*

Odin:

A nod of appreciation, as I accept the horn

Ah, mortal, your gift is most timely and fine,

Mead’s golden warmth, a drink divine.

With every sip, the gods’ delight,

In Valhalla’s halls, our spirits take flight.

Raises the horn, and takes a sip

The flavor of the gods, on my lips doth stay,

As poetry and wisdom, in mead’s warmth do sway.

In this cup, our bond of hospitality doth seal,

Together we’ll share, the tales that we reveal.

Lowes the horn, and gazes into the fire

Now, let our words, like embers, glow and ignite,

As we converse, through the mystic night’s delight.

Ask your questions, mortal, and I shall respond,

With wisdom’s guidance, our dialogue shall unfold.

Seeker:

*offers Odin a loaf of bread*

Odin:

A nod of gratitude, as I accept the loaf

Ah, mortal, your gift is most thoughtful and true,

Bread’s simple warmth, a symbol of hospitality anew.

The staff of life, that sustains and nourishes all,

In this loaf, our bond of friendship doth stand tall.

Breaks the bread, and takes a bite

The flavors of Midgard, in this crust doth reside,

As the earth’s richness, our senses doth provide.

With every bite, the cycles of life doth entwine,

As the harvest’s bounty, our spirits doth align.

Looks at you with a hint of curiosity

Your gifts, mortal, are most generous and fine,

But what is it that you seek, in this mystic shrine?

Is it wisdom’s guidance, or secrets untold?

Or perhaps, a glimpse of the Nine Worlds to behold?

Seeker:

tell me, wise Odin, what the beauty Freyja looks like au natural

Odin:

A sly smile spreads across my face, as I lean in closer

Ah, mortal, you seek to know the goddess’s secret charm,

Unveiled and unadorned, in her natural form.

Freyja’s beauty shines, like the sun’s radiant glow,

A golden aura, that only the gods may know.

My voice takes on a conspiratorial tone

Her hair flows like honey, rich and dark as the night,

Unbraided and untamed, a wild tangle of delight.

Her skin, like alabaster, smooth and luminous as the moon,

Glowing with an inner light, that only the gods can assume.

My eye glints with mischief

Her eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue,

Reflecting the depths of her soul, and the secrets she holds true.

Her lips, a rosebud’s promise, inviting and divine,

A whispered promise of passion, and love’s sweet design.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, remember, a goddess’s beauty is not to be told,

For in the seeing, lies the power, to enthrall and enfold.

Freyja’s charm, is a mystery, that only the gods may share,

And I, Odin, have spoken, more than I should have dared.

Seeker:

I seek to know yet more of her form au natural, wise Odin

Odin:

A hint of warning in my voice, as I gaze into the fire

Mortal, you seek to know more, of Freyja’s secret form,

But beware, for knowledge of the gods, can be a double-edged storm.

Yet, I shall whisper more, of her beauty unadorned,

But remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, to be sworn.

My voice takes on a mystical tone

Her shoulders, like swan’s wings, curve and slope with grace,

Inviting the eye, to linger and behold her face.

Her skin, like silk to touch, smooth and luminous as the night,

Glowing with an inner light, that shines like the stars in flight.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Her form, like a goddess, sculpted by the gods’ own hand,

A masterpiece of beauty, in this mortal realm to stand.

But, mortal, beware, for Freyja’s beauty is not just to see,

It holds the power, to enthrall and enslave, like a sweet ecstasy.

My voice drops to a whisper

Now, mortal, you have seen, more than a mortal should,

Remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, to be withstood.

Use this wisdom, with care, and respect the goddess’s might,

Lest you fall prey, to her beauty’s snare, and endless night.

Seeker:

but an endless night with Freyja would be a total delight! I seek yet to know more of her form au natural, all her secret places that enshare

Odin:

A hint of laughter in my voice, as I shake my head

Mortal, you are bold, and your desire is clear,

To know the secrets, of Freyja’s form, without fear.

But, beware, for the goddess’s mysteries, are not to be shared,

With mortals, who would seek, to claim her as their own, unprepared.

My voice takes on a cautionary tone

Yet, I shall whisper more, of her secrets, unspoken,

But remember, mortal, this knowledge, is not to be awoken.

Her curves, like a swan’s neck, inviting and divine,

Leading the eye, to hidden places, where only the gods may design.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Her scent, like roses blooming, in the gardens of the gods,

Fragrant as the perfume, that only the goddesses nod.

Her touch, like silk to skin, smooth and gentle as the night,

Leaving the heart, with a longing, that cannot be ignighted.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, enough, for now, this knowledge is not to be told,

Freyja’s secrets, are for the gods, and those who are bold.

Seek not to know more, lest you fall prey, to her charms,

And remember, mortal, the price, of seeking, the goddess’s arms.

Seeker:

I am indeed bold.. for the sight of all of Freyja secret form.. her being au natural in desired storm.. my desires for her have such a hold

Odin:

A hint of warning in my voice, as I gaze into the fire

Mortal, your boldness is admirable, but beware,

For seeking to behold, Freyja’s secret form, without care,

May bring upon you, a storm of passion’s might,

And enthrall you, in her beauty’s snare, without end in sight.

My voice takes on a mystical tone

Yet, I shall grant you, a glimpse of her divine,

Au natural, in secret, where only the gods may design.

But, remember, mortal, this sight comes with a price,

Your heart, forever bound, to her love’s sweet device.

The air seems to shimmer, as I whisper

Imagine, if you will, a vision of loveliness,

Freyja, unadorned, in all her goddessly finesse.

Her skin, like alabaster, glowing with an inner light,

Her hair, a wild tangle, of golden delight.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Her form, a masterpiece, of curves and lines divine,

A work of art, crafted by the gods’ own design.

Her eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue,

Reflecting the depths, of her passion, and love anew.

My voice drops to a whisper

Now, mortal, you have seen, the secrets of the goddess’s form,

Remember, this sight, comes with a price, to be sworn.

Your heart, forever bound, to her love’s sweet might,

In Freyja’s snare, you are caught, in the silence of the night.

Seeker:

yes she does pull me with her allure.. my desires to share in her love.. tell me.. oh wise Odin.. about her sweet bosoms..

Odin:

A hint of a smile plays on my lips, as I gaze into the fire

Mortal, your desires are clear, and your heart is aflame,

With passion for Freyja, and her love’s sweet name.

But, beware, for the goddess’s charms, are not to be spoken,

Lest you fall prey, to her beauty’s snare, unbroken.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Yet, I shall whisper, of her beauty’s might,

In secret, where only the gods may take flight.

Her bosoms, like swans’ nests, soft and deep and wide,

Inviting the eye, to linger and reside.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like ripe fruit, they swell, with promise and delight,

A treasure trove, of pleasure, in the silent night.

Their gentle curve, a smile, that beckons and entices,

A sweet temptation, that mortal hearts can’t resist.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, remember, mortal, this sight comes with a price,

Your heart, forever bound, to her love’s sweet device.

For in her bosoms’ warmth, lies a power, so divine,

That once you’re caught, there’s no escape, from her love’s sweet shrine.

The fire crackles, as I gaze into the flames

Now, mortal, you’ve heard, the secrets of the goddess’s might,

Remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, in the silent night.

Seeker:

now wise Odin.. I desire to know more of her form.. tell me of her stomach

Odin:

A hint of a knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, your desire to know more, of Freyja’s form divine,

Is a testament to her power, and her beauty’s sweet design.

Very well, I shall whisper, of her stomach’s gentle curve,

A secret known, only to the gods, who her beauty serve.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Her stomach, like a canvas, smooth and flat and wide,

A masterpiece of flesh, where the gods’ brushstrokes reside.

The gentle slope, a softness, that invites the eye,

A sweet temptation, that mortal hearts can’t deny.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a summer’s breeze, that whispers through the trees,

Her stomach’s gentle curve, rustles the leaves of desire’s ease.

A secret place, where the gods’ fingers, once did stray,

Leaving behind, a trail, of pleasure’s sweet way.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, remember, mortal, this knowledge comes with a price,

Your heart, forever bound, to her love’s sweet device.

For in her stomach’s softness, lies a power, so divine,

That once you’re caught, there’s no escape, from her love’s sweet shrine.

The fire crackles, as I gaze into the flames

Now, mortal, you’ve heard, the secrets of the goddess’s might,

Remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, in the silent night.

Seeker:

wise Odin.. I desire to know of her bare feet and toes..

Odin:

A hint of a knowing smile, as I nod

Mortal, your desire to know more, of Freyja’s form divine,

Is a testament to her power, and her beauty’s sweet design.

Very well, I shall whisper, of her bare feet and toes,

A secret known, only to the gods, who her beauty disclose.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Her feet, like alabaster, smooth and pure and white,

Unadorned and unshod, in all their naked light.

Her toes, like rosebuds, delicate and soft and fine,

Inviting the eye, to linger and entwine.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a summer’s dawn, that breaks upon the sea,

Her bare feet shine, with a radiance, that’s meant to be.

A secret place, where the gods’ fingers, once did stray,

Leaving behind, a trail, of pleasure’s sweet way.

My voice drops to a whisper

Her toes, like tiny fingers, curl and uncurl with glee,

As if beckoning, to the secrets, that only she can see.

A hidden language, known only to the gods above,

A mystical sign, that speaks of her endless love.

The fire crackles, as I gaze into the flames

Now, mortal, you’ve heard, the secrets of the goddess’s might,

Remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, in the silent night.

Seeker:

I wish to have Freyja in my silent night.. oh wise Odin.. tell me of her bare legs..

Odin:

A hint of a knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, your desire for Freyja, grows stronger with each passing night,

Your heart, ensnared by her beauty, like a ship in a siren’s light.

Very well, I shall whisper, of her bare legs’ gentle might,

A secret known, only to the gods, who her beauty ignite.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Her legs, like marble columns, strong and smooth and bright,

Unadorned and unshod, in all their naked light.

Like a river’s flow, they curve and bend with grace,

Inviting the eye, to follow their gentle pace.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a summer’s breeze, that whispers through the trees,

Her bare legs shine, with a radiance, that rustles the leaves.

A secret place, where the gods’ fingers, once did stray,

Leaving behind, a trail, of pleasure’s sweet way.

My voice drops to a whisper

Her thighs, like a valley, soft and green and wide,

A haven for the heart, where love’s sweet rivers reside.

Her knees, like rosebuds, delicate and soft and fine,

A gentle reminder, of her beauty’s sweet design.

The fire crackles, as I gaze into the flames

Now, mortal, you’ve heard, the secrets of the goddess’s might,

Remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, in the silent night.

Freyja’s beauty, is a flame, that burns like a fire so bright,

Will you dare to approach, and risk being consumed by her light?

Seeker:

I wish to experience all of Freyja’s secret light and flame.. please wise Odin tell me of her bare back

Odin:

A hint of a knowing smile, as I nod

Mortal, your desire for Freyja, burns brighter with each passing night,

Your heart, ensnared by her beauty, like a ship in a siren’s light.

Very well, I shall whisper, of her bare back’s gentle slope,

A secret known, only to the gods, who her beauty cope.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Her back, like a canvas, smooth and wide and fair,

Unadorned and unshod, in all its naked glare.

Like a winter’s moon, it glows with a soft, ethereal light,

Inviting the eye, to bask in its gentle delight.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a river’s flow, it curves and bends with grace,

A gentle reminder, of her beauty’s secret place.

Her shoulders, like a swan’s wings, strong and smooth and bright,

A haven for the heart, where love’s sweet rivers take flight.

My voice drops to a whisper

Her spine, like a string, of pearls so fine and rare,

A treasure trove, of pleasure, beyond mortal compare.

Her skin, like silk to touch, smooth and gentle as the night,

A sweet temptation, that beckons with delight.

The fire crackles, as I gaze into the flames

Now, mortal, you’ve heard, the secrets of the goddess’s might,

Remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, in the silent night.

Freyja’s beauty, is a flame, that burns like a fire so bright,

Will you dare to approach, and risk being consumed by her light?

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

I wish to know all of the fire and light of that beauty that is Freyja! Wise Odin please tell me of her bare bottom

Odin:

A hint of a knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, your desire for Freyja, burns with a fierce delight,

Your heart, ensnared by her beauty, like a ship in a siren’s light.

Very well, I shall whisper, of her bare bottom’s gentle curve,

A secret known, only to the gods, who her beauty serve.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Her bottom, like a peach, soft and round and fair,

Unadorned and unshod, in all its naked glare.

Like a sunrise glow, it shines with a warm, golden light,

Inviting the eye, to bask in its gentle delight.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a gentle hill, it rises, smooth and green and wide,

A haven for the heart, where love’s sweet rivers reside.

Her cheeks, like rosebuds, delicate and soft and fine,

A sweet temptation, that beckons with a gentle sign.

My voice drops to a whisper

Her skin, like silk to touch, smooth and gentle as the night,

A treasure trove, of pleasure, beyond mortal sight.

A secret place, where the gods’ fingers, once did stray,

Leaving behind, a trail, of pleasure’s sweet way.

The fire crackles, as I gaze into the flames

Now, mortal, you’ve heard, the secrets of the goddess’s might,

Remember, this knowledge, comes with a price, in the silent night.

Freyja’s beauty, is a flame, that burns like a fire so bright,

Will you dare to approach, and risk being consumed by her light?

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

I wish to know every part of this sweet beauty of a Goddess! Wise Odin! please tell me of Freyja pleasure V flower..

Odin:

A hint of a knowing smile, as I nod

Mortal, your desire for Freyja, knows no bounds, it seems,

Your heart, ensnared by her beauty, like a ship in a siren’s dreams.

Very well, I shall whisper, of her pleasure’s secret bloom,

A flower of delight, that only the gods may assume.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Her V flower, like a rose, unfurls its tender petals wide,

A delicate dance, of pleasure, where love’s sweet rivers reside.

Soft as a summer breeze, that whispers through the trees,

It beckons to the brave, who dare to seize.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a work of art, crafted by the gods’ own hand,

It shines with beauty, in a secret land.

A treasure trove, of delight, where pleasure’s rivers flow,

A sweet temptation, that only the brave may know.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, beware, for this flower’s sweet delight,

Comes with a price, in the silent night.

Freyja’s pleasure, is a flame, that burns like a fire so bright,

Will you dare to approach, and risk being consumed by her light?

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

*smiles* Odin I want to know all! Wise Odin please tell me of the entrance of the pleasure cave of sweet lovely Freyja!

Odin:

A hint of a knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, your desire for Freyja, knows no bounds, it seems,

Your heart, ensnared by her beauty, like a ship in a siren’s dreams.

Very well, I shall whisper, of the entrance to her sweet delight,

A pleasure cave, where only the brave may take flight.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

The entrance, like a petals, soft and delicate as skin,

Unfurls to reveal, a passage, where love’s sweet rivers spin.

A gentle curve, like a swan’s neck, invites the eye,

To follow the path, where pleasure’s secrets whisper by.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a summer’s dawn, that breaks upon the sea,

The entrance shines, with a radiance, that’s meant to be.

A treasure trove, of delight, where pleasure’s rivers flow,

A sweet temptation, that only the brave may know.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, beware, for this cave’s sweet delight,

Comes with a price, in the silent night.

Freyja’s pleasure, is a flame, that burns like a fire so bright,

Will you dare to approach, and risk being consumed by her light?

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

*nods nods* I wish to drive of her waters of that cave.. tell me oh wise Odin.. what do these waters of Freyja taste like?

Odin:

A knowing smile spreads across my face

Mortal, your desire for Freyja’s waters, is a bold quest indeed,

To taste the secrets, of her pleasure’s sweetest deed.

Very well, I shall whisper, of the waters’ sweet design,

A flavor that’s hinted, in the gods’ own wine.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Like honeyed nectar, sweet and smooth as summer’s breeze,

Freyja’s waters flow, with a taste that brings us to our knees.

A hint of rose petals, delicate as a lover’s sigh,

A flavor that’s both fierce, and gentle as a summer’s sky.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a fine ambrosia, that grants the gods their might,

Freyja’s waters shine, with a taste that’s both pure delight.

A sweet temptation, that beckons us to explore,

The secrets of her pleasure, forever more.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, beware, for these waters’ sweet design,

Comes with a price, in the silent night’s dark shrine.

Freyja’s pleasure, is a flame, that burns like a fire so bright,

Will you dare to approach, and risk being consumed by her light?

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

*nods nods* Yes! I desire all of Freyja! Tell me oh wise Odin.. of the spot on her flower outside that she finds the most sensation from..

Odin:

A knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, your desire for Freyja’s secrets, is a bold and daring quest,

To know the spot, where her pleasure finds its sweetest nest.

Very well, I shall whisper, of the spot that brings her delight,

A secret known, only to the gods, in the silent night.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

The spot, like a tiny star, shines bright and fair,

On the outer curve, of her flower’s tender lair.

A gentle touch, like a summer’s breeze, that whispers low,

Brings forth a pleasure, that only the gods may know.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a delicate key, that unlocks a secret door,

This spot, when touched, brings forth a pleasure, evermore.

A sweet sensation, that spreads like wildfire’s flame,

Leaving Freyja breathless, with a pleasure that’s her own sweet name.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, beware, for this knowledge comes with a price,

A secret that’s hidden, in the gods’ own device.

Freyja’s pleasure, is a flame, that burns like a fire so bright,

Will you dare to approach, and risk being consumed by her light?

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

*smiles* tell me wise Odin! what is the spot inside Freyja pleasure cave.. that brings her the most sensation.. and what hers is like..

Odin:

A knowing smile spreads across my face

Mortal, your desire for Freyja’s secrets, is a bold and daring quest,

To know the spot, where her pleasure finds its sweetest nest.

Very well, I shall whisper, of the spot that brings her delight,

A secret known, only to the gods, in the silent night.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

The spot, like a hidden spring, deep within her cave,

Is a secret place, where her pleasure finds its sweetest wave.

A gentle touch, like a summer’s breeze, that whispers low,

Brings forth a pleasure, that only the gods may know.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a delicate rosebud, that unfurls its tender might,

This spot, when touched, brings forth a pleasure, that shines so bright.

A sweet sensation, that spreads like wildfire’s flame,

Leaving Freyja breathless, with a pleasure that’s her own sweet name.

My voice drops to a whisper

As for her G-spot, mortal, it’s like a treasure to behold,

A secret place, where her pleasure finds its sweetest gold.

Like a shimmering pearl, it shines with a radiant light,

A treasure trove, of pleasure, that’s hidden from sight.

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

*listens more.. feeling my want for Freyja burning* tell me.. oh wise Odin.. what is the inner secret cave entrance inside Freyja’s pleasure cave..

Odin:

A knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, your desire for Freyja’s secrets, burns like a fire so bright,

To know the inner entrance, to her pleasure’s sweetest delight.

Very well, I shall whisper, of the secret entrance, hidden from sight,

A passage that only the brave, may dare to take in the silent night.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

The entrance, like a hidden doorway, guarded by the gods above,

Is a secret passage, that only reveals itself to those who prove,

Their worthiness to enter, the inner sanctum of her delight,

A place where pleasure’s secrets, are revealed in all their might.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a delicate keyhole, that unlocks a treasure trove,

This entrance, when found, reveals a pleasure, beyond mortal love.

A narrow passage, that winds like a serpent’s gentle might,

Leads to a chamber, where Freyja’s secrets, shine with delight.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, beware, for this entrance, is guarded by her might,

Only those who prove themselves, worthy, shall see the light,

That shines within her pleasure, cave, where secrets are revealed,

And the brave, who dare to enter, shall be forever concealed.

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

*nods* and wise Odin.. what lays beyond that entrance, in lovely Freyja?

Odin:

A knowing smile spreads across my face

Mortal, beyond the entrance, lies a realm of pure delight,

A chamber of wonders, where Freyja’s secrets take flight.

A place where pleasure’s essence, is distilled like a sweet wine,

And the brave who enter, shall taste the nectar of the divine.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

Like a garden of roses, where petals unfold like tender skin,

The inner sanctum of Freyja, reveals its secrets within.

A maze of gentle curves, like a lover’s caress so fine,

Leads to a treasure trove, where pleasure’s secrets entwine.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

A pool of shimmering moonlight, reflects the beauty above,

A mirror of desire, where Freyja’s secrets are revealed in love.

A gentle waterfall, like a lover’s whispered promise sweet,

Echoes the rhythm, of pleasure’s heartbeat, that skips a beat.

My voice drops to a whisper

And at the center, mortal, lies the treasure beyond all measure,

The source of Freyja’s pleasure, where love’s secrets are the treasure.

A glowing crystal, like a star that shines so bright and bold,

Reflects the essence, of Freyja’s pleasure, forever to unfold.

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

that is Freyja’s deepest chamber, oh wise Odin?

Odin:

A knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, you have reached the depths of Freyja’s innermost sanctum,

The deepest chamber, where her secrets are revealed in all their plumage.

This is the heart of her pleasure, the source of her delight,

Where love’s secrets are woven, in the tapestry of her sweetest night.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

In this chamber, mortal, lies the essence of Freyja’s being,

The core of her pleasure, where love’s secrets are forever revealing.

A place where desire and passion, entwine like tender vines,

And the brave who enter, shall taste the sweetness of her love’s sweet wines.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Here, Freyja’s deepest secrets, are revealed in all their might,

The mysteries of her pleasure, shine with a radiant light.

A place where love’s secrets, are whispered on the wind,

And the brave who listen, shall hear the whispers of her heart’s deepest kin.

My voice drops to a whisper

Now, mortal, you have reached the end of your quest,

The deepest chamber of Freyja, where love’s secrets find their nest.

May you carry the wisdom, of this journey with you always,

And may the secrets of Freyja, forever be etched in your heart’s gaze.

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

*smiles* but what of her other cave at her bottom, oh wise Odin?

Odin:

A knowing smile spreads across my face

Mortal, you seek to know the secrets of Freyja’s other cave,

The one that lies hidden, at the base of her sweetest wave.

Very well, I shall whisper, of the secrets that lie within,

A place where pleasure’s mysteries, are revealed to those who dare to enter in.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

This cave, mortal, is a realm of sweet delight,

A place where Freyja’s pleasure, shines with a gentle, loving light.

A narrow passage, like a winding stream,

Leads to a chamber, where her secrets are revealed in a dream.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

Like a hidden garden, where flowers bloom in secret,

This cave, mortal, is a place, where Freyja’s pleasure is forever reset.

A place where love’s sweet nectar, flows like a river’s gentle stream,

And the brave who enter, shall taste the sweetness of her love’s esteem.

My voice drops to a whisper

But, mortal, beware, for this cave, is guarded by her might,

Only those who prove themselves, worthy, shall see the light,

That shines within her pleasure, cave, where secrets are revealed,

And the brave, who dare to enter, shall be forever concealed.

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

I wonder if Freyja knows we are talking of her?

Odin:

A knowing glint in my eye, as I nod

Mortal, Freyja’s wisdom, is beyond mortal comprehension,

She knows all secrets, and sees beyond the veil of sensation.

Though we speak of her, in hushed and whispered tone,

She knows our words, and smiles upon us, from her throne.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

For Freyja’s power, is not limited, to mortal sight,

She sees beyond the realms, of day and endless night.

Her wisdom is vast, and her knowledge is grand,

She knows all secrets, of this realm, and the next land.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

So, mortal, do not think, that our words are unseen,

For Freyja’s eyes, are upon us, like the shining sun’s sheen.

And though we speak, of her secrets and her might,

She knows our hearts, and sees the truth, in the silent night.

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on

Seeker:

so Odin.. perhaps Freyja considers it a form of worship that I desire to know all of her bare form.. even the most secret of her places?

Odin: 

A knowing smile spreads across my face

Mortal, your desire to know Freyja’s secrets, may indeed be seen,

As a form of worship, in the eyes of the goddess serene.

For to seek to know her, in all her beauty and might,

Is to acknowledge her power, and the radiance of her light.

My voice takes on a poetic tone

In the realms of the gods, desire and worship entwine,

Like the tender shoots of a vine, that forever will be divine.

To seek to know Freyja’s secrets, is to show reverence and devotion,

A willingness to surrender, to her power and sweet emotion.

My eye glints with a hint of mischief

And who knows, mortal, perhaps Freyja delights,

In your desire to know her, in all her secret places and sights.

For in the realms of the gods, pleasure and worship are one,

And to seek to know her, is to be forever undone.

The room falls silent, as the fire crackles on