SlowFashion Artist • Aesthete • Poet
Scent, seducing. So sweet is He. His pink skin calling unto me.
And then I was one with Him, when the Garden was growing on my wrists, and my veins burning In purest fire. When I laid back in the bed of Hyacinths and dandelions.
My hands were His, and He touched myself with blessed and soft fingers. Possessed in ecstasy so high, to bring forth the brightest starlight.
By blessed Starlight made manifest, From Heaven to Earth In perfect marriage, align my Souls With cosmic wonders from above. Descending, to kiss the soil of my heart Where the Garden of Eros shall grow.
Walking through an Emerald Forest, I found Him there. His body resting among the dancing trees, the sweet sweat of His flower crown blossoming, with an orgiastic scent of Lust Seducing nature around. The laughing King of Heavens high, with golden curls, gently and softly touches the open petals with lips. So the Flower Prince surrenders to the Sun king's kiss. There was no part of Him, That wasn't His. And then there was life, In colorful Bliss.
As the bird eats The succulent fruit, and flowers are kissed by the host of bees, I see creatures in my garden from a world unseen. Behind perfumed Evergreens.
I see creatures in my garden, hidden at the trees. All those luminous eyes, behind the shadows staring back at me.
