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a sacred tao of unimagined to known. (+Spoken Word)


 
 
 
hands grasp fabric tightly
clenched, arched and aching
an ardent cry of fucking splendor,  
with an echoing in fullest fervor
eyes squeezed tight,  
a taste of acrid-like iron
rests upon reddened swollen lips
the smallest drop of blood,  
escapes the wound
of the bite mark on a muscled shoulder
alabaster amalgamates with vanilla honey
and culminates into all that is quintessential;
a phenomenon of imagined legend
transfigures into beautiful but simple,  
golden, blissful transcendence ~
dreams, once impossibly longed for,  
now, reality-morphed
 
to the admitted precious of all known.  
 

 
 
 
 
Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 6th Sep 2022
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©Blu2020
How my dreams are dreamt and bits of heart's desired truth....
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