Melted

She drifts along the rim  
of my internal corona  
freezing twinkling spheres
that fulgurate my initial
warmth,  
 
her rawness blazes  
like Ra's essence  
I'm eclipsed by her glory.
 
Edacious is she  
placating nectarous  
onslaught of legerdemain  
beckoning my kowtow,  
 
with swift adherence  
my stoicism dissipates  
into abandonment.
 
I'm comatose from  
hypnosis of this Grecian rose  
harboring archaic dances
kaleidoscopic trances,
 
tantric titivating telepathy
immaculately dispersed,  

galvanized deceptive harmony,  
 
melting my cryogenic  
repository of sleeping passion.  
 
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