*"Fires in my soul the burning breeze that blows your lips. Your mouth is the creator of fiery angels, heavenly creatures made with the fire of your kisses, Serafim of prophecy whispering in my mind the codices of your moans, the secrets that God has written in your body. Your golden skin and a living scroll, papyrus noted the Angel of face.
Fires in my soul the burning breeze that blows your lips. I love your kisses, luminescent flowers in my Awakening desert".*
Esotérika - The Mystic ****** Poetry by Deepak Sankara Veda
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
*"Fires in my soul the burning breeze that blows your lips. Your mouth is the creator of fiery angels, heavenly creatures made with the fire of your kisses, Serafim of prophecy whispering in my mind the codices of your moans, the secrets that God has written in your body. Your golden skin and a living scroll, papyrus noted the Angel of face.
Fires in my soul the burning breeze that blows your lips. I love your kisses, luminescent flowers in my Awakening desert".*
Esotérika - The Mystic ****** Poetry by Deepak Sankara Veda
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