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»Scent of the Divine«

by Danae Glauka, January 12, 2019

Lost in my thoughts I was and she came
Among the crowded stink an oasis of scent
Calling my eyes to look for her
Awakened by the shock she made I search
Staring between dark clouds of nothingness
A quest of the Light’s rift I so long for
I am coming closer,i feel it
Blood on my veins is dancing
Heartbeat in trance as I keep going
And finally the Golden Fleece right ahead
A silhouette of Divine Aura dressed in gothic
Chocolate brown hair with sparkling sharp dark eyes
Frozen I am as her stare meets mine
Until she smiles
Clouds disappear and crowded stink vanish
As she caress her breasts holding a glass of wine
Nearly to fade by the sight of Miracle
Compose myself and I approach
Trembling I ask any service I can provide
So wet I am down to my thigh
Whispering playful naughty voice to my ear
Orders to offer her my juices of mine
Like the sweet music made by Apollo’s Lyre
I accept to dance with her in the rhythm of Ecstasy

Written: January 2019
Tags: Desire Emotions Erotic Love Lovesick Passion People Relationships Romantic Sexy Social Spiritual

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