my hair is the invisible wind,
as it blows past you,
whispering in your ear the secrets
of the unknown,
touching your face,
like a cool kiss on a
hot summer day.
the curve of my back
is a magnificent arch,
like a graceful tree trunk.
my hands are the branches,
that reach for the heavens,
as if to bring them down to you.
my breasts are the hills,
green with lush grass,
wet with morning's dew,
curvaceous valleys where rivers flow,
with the milk of paradise.
in my eyes are the sparkle
of the shars,
that make up the canopy of the
moonlit night.
the black of the night,
is my veil of mystery,
as it is spread over your mind.
in my womb beats the
rhythm of creation,
with life-giving pearls
that created you.
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