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Grace E Apr 2
Some people think they can control the world
If they understand it
Living in fear, they plunge into depths of philosophical thinking
Trying to understand human nature
And they usually end up as insufferable arrogant know it alls
Yet some people live in surrender to the mysterious
Without the need for control
They let themselves wonder
The mystics, the esoteric, the poetic
I love those people
Grace E Feb 12
She’s got a face like a renaissance painting
The voice of an angel
And the demeanor of royalty
And she will haunt your every step
For the rest of your life
Grace E Feb 9
the firelight dances on your skin
casting spells of light, an oasis in the dark
here in the dimness i am surrendered
even though i am sacred
Grace E Jan 17
There are times I feel
I am more phoenix than woman
More a symbol than human
My otherworldliness escaping from my pours
Ash and fire blazing in my eyes
Grace E Jan 14
Honest people
Never win popularity contests
Grace E Dec 2023
It’s been a matter of years now,
Each day stretches out slowly,
But I feel like I met you yesterday.
I can recall your smell,
The shape of you has been etched into my heart.
Your imprint lasting forever in its spongy composition.
You’re the only one I loved.
You’re the only one I love.
You will forever be my love.
It’s painful to except it,
But you are.
Grace E Dec 2023
Behind a glittering mask
I play my music
For your pleasure
Titillating your ears
Tickling your fancies
Provoking hunger
I am brilliant, shining
Overwhelmingly disarming  
Captivating
I wave my hand
Composing symphonies
Of carnality
Dance for me
Like a puppet
Tugging you down down deeper
Into distracting delights
I caress your flesh
Inflaming desires
Ignite you into fevered frenzies
Emotions are my clay
You need release
You deserve this
You have plenty of time
No one will know
And you play along
And now…
You’re….
Unsatisfied.
And my mask shatters
Smashing into sparkling dust
Rising into smoke that chokes you
Behind it all, a scheme
A slight of hand
My luster, a ruse
You’re mine now
And we’re both guilty
Of the same thing
So in love with ourself
We worshiped ourself
And hell suits us both so well

thanks for spending your free will with me
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