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Image for the poem quietly she stirs

quietly she stirs

the onus is my purgatory
until you enter the nexus of my womb
shift and exhale starlight
breathing life into me again
my pneuma shimmers then responds
and once again you behold me
I nixed the portal behind me when I exited
you time traveled the celestial to find me anew
not the lady you once knew but a warrioress  
I witness you in your glory
you reach in and I'm nude before you
I felt you stirring in the cosmos at dusk
who should stir my lusts now?
it could only be you
sidestepping death I remade myself  
I trained my mind not to crave you
a fully evolved Goddess
still, so much of a girl when you enter
I felt the seismic activity
witnessed the signs
you were near always out of sight
touching me...fondling me...grooming me
to crave you above no other
I burn with a hunger that cannot be denied
our lusts are renowned
eons of war have only intensified the feeling
within a temporal shift I am transported
to the day of our fist becoming
I feel you for the first time every time
it beguiles the mind
today I'm yours
tomorrow is not promised us
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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