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Perched on her naked skins, benevolent trembles.

Sweet ambrosia, like an ever-flowing stream from within.

Vivid imagination,

a torrent of liquid fire, bursting her lustful desire, dripping down from her porcelain lips.

Clasping her chest, untangled her wound.

Feel the beating from her breast and the rumbling wails of her womb.

A curious forest peeking a branch at windowpane,

to hear the woman’s song radiating through the ether.

Thus, ever, towards the alluring sea.

Where there’s quiver, where there’s fright.

Calendula, a cluster of ecstasy.

Always (like a prey)

sweating through ghastly vesper (and wandering).

Like a breeze of rising days (in twilight).

Eclipsed in woodland sleeper, ensanguined through ages.

One by one, I lift her veils.

Sailing fingers through her thighs, clawing a furrowed trail, hands weaving in knots.

I bleed at her sovereign side.

Above the soil, forget me not.