Somewhere between night and day, she wiggled from side to side then pushed and stretched until each petal was opened wide.
Painted in beauty she's a symbol of grace gently swaying in the breeze planted firmly in one place.
Waiting.... waiting to be plucked and caressed full filling her passions need waiting… waiting in beauty's pose with ancient secrets of old blinded by her sight
Honey of the autumn moon where in sweetest nectar Flows Golden on the ivy leaves Through all of Eden's Garden shows A bud on stem Reaching high Content to wait among vanilla stars And chocolate skys In dew wet grass Gazing a lover's eyes A minted bath of Sky ice cream Looks like she Must taste Serene
Arms flesh spirals rocketing Climbing bursting over through cloudsspace dust particles Explosive birth Coronas starlights fast Grasped in the black Clasped together In the sparkling Universe Oneness symmetric A glimpse Oh my love, Heaven.
Into her old dying eyes, Cold, one last time he dove, Swam for that shore Where basking naked They had saw, In those eyes and his, The molten sun dance Pursuing rainbows Arching curves Of fleshy skies A time gone, And knew
Drink. Though I do. Smoke. Tell me about it. Make money. Story of my life. Prophesise. It's too cloudy. Philosophise. In a way. Columnise. Working on it. Be right. Got over that at sixty. Be high. It never lasts. Make peace. ****, I'm too angry. Be young. See above. Be humble. I love me. Be graceful. At sixty? Really? Be positive. Depends on polarity. Eat healthy. I do had whole grain bread pizza today. Be lovely. Not in my mirror. Be kind. Depends on my moods. Love unconditionally. Trying to.