Monday, August 20, 2012

naked...

So as per her wish
The goddess...
I stripped
Of clothes and sins
And desires unseen...
And sat on the rock
Upon which the sun grew dim
And the wind
From the far away lands
Came to pay a visit...
The solid coldness of the night
Grew moist on my uncovered thighs...
And moisture from the sky
Fell on my breast...
Naked like a moon
White...all white...
Just then a sublime tune
Told me plain
It was time
To go unchained...



 
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