She sells her body, not her soul,
a barter made, a passing toll.
Her touch is coin, her flesh a trade,
but spirit’s depths remain unswayed.
No gold can purchase what she keeps
a secret fire that never sleeps.
For one true heart she guards the key,
to open truth, untamed, and free.
Like calls to like, a burning brand,
soul finds its soul, hand in hand.

In her face, buds unfold,
A painting new, a story told.
Colours danced, unheard before,
Woke the studio's sleepy core.

Red wings lifted, dreams took flight,
A lost star in the darkest night.
A perfume trapped, a scent untold,
A beauty hidden, growing old.

From what nectar, what divine grace,
Did you conjure such a face?
This rounded mouth, a crimson bloom,
Banishing shadows, chasing gloom.

With drops of blood, a vibrant hue,
Tulips, roses, shining through.
Jujubes sweet, and berries bright,
A dimple winks, defying light.

How long you toiled, with patient hand,
To mold this wonder, understand?
Tired Creator, rest your eye,
These secrets lips will never cry.

Let the illusion hold me fast,
Within the spell her lips have cast.

Soft lines draw me, slow, unchained,
Your hips that call, my hands restrained.
The hollow throat, the ******* that rise,
Full moons that darken eager skies.

Your skin, a canvas, flushed and bare,
I trace its heat through breathless air.
I long to taste, to press, to part,
To lose myself where bodies start.

Your lips, wet fire, parted, near,
Invite my hunger, raw, sincere.
I drown in you, no space, no name,
Two shadows burning into flame.

Wind whispers low, a gentle sigh,
Life's sailed away, I don't know why.

Love's faded hue, a ghost of red,
Dreams still bloom, though hope seems dead.

Closer than close, a hidden grace,
In lonely dark, I find my place.

Night's bitter sting, a cruel deceit,
I walk in quiet, my path to meet.

Wound walks with me, a constant friend,
Pride's strong red will never end.

We were lessons in disguise
you taught me never to trust,
and I taught you that when a feeling deserts the heart,
it never finds its way back.

Not ink on paper, pale and neat,
But air alive with music sweet.
A scent of blooms in sunlit haze,
A floral song for all our days.

A gentle place, a warm embrace,
A haven found in time and space.
A longing felt, a need so deep,
Where weary hearts can softly sleep.

A world unfolds, a vibrant hue,
A magic waits, just for you.
Open your eyes, and let it be,
A wonder whispered, wild and free.

It is the wine of union,
poured by the Hidden Cupbearer.

Two bodies dissolve
like salt in water, like flame in flame.

It is prayer without words,
ecstasy without end, a door where the soul slips out of its cage and falls into the Beloved.

Some call it sin, others call it God but the taste is the same: a burning that makes us whole.