Now, here, is a woman who conquers.
She seeps into you,
between the cracks of your magmatic soul
to etch her love into your subconscious.
She will consume you while you gaze upon her,
spinning and sparkling, reaching the sky before the sun begins his shine.
That is her gift.
Her lips form words you’ve needed to hear whispered softly,
only to you;
and her body curves into your touch because tonight
you are the wind on her shores.
She is seduction; crashing destruction;
and you will lose yourself
only to her.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC
Now, here, is a woman who conquers.
She seeps into you,
between the cracks of your magmatic soul
to etch her love into your subconscious.
She will consume you while you gaze upon her,
spinning and sparkling, reaching the sky before the sun begins his shine.
That is her gift.
Her lips form words you’ve needed to hear whispered softly,
only to you;
and her body curves into your touch because tonight
you are the wind on her shores.
She is seduction; crashing destruction;
and you will lose yourself
only to her.
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