Feminity
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Her drive follows the rev of the wind
Her faith and love, the wave and tide of the sea.
Planets teem to her company when ecstasy calls
She knows the chronicle of his madness.
Absolute breathe in the dawn of effervescence
Sweet fluidity of ecstasy perfectly perfumed
In the lap of silence
Her love serves
Down her heart’s nerves are nerves
In sweet redemption and reflection
Heaven makes their re-election
Oh, sweet help.
Her valves feed seeds of the sky to keep both hips
Once more great four around numbers of fierce giants
I hear a familiar voice.
Softly, -What a sound,
wonder if it’s her.
Why is she calling my name?
I want to indulge.
