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it's in the broken moments I am prettiest
when I put my arrogance aside and just be open
no pretenses they are too heavy to bear

someone told me I am beautiful when I cry
perhaps my soul shine through in that instance
and he met the lady I conceal
shy and awkward

lingering in the shadows I come forth twirling chaos
mischief follows me out into the night
with a sacred offering I whisper enchantments
to appease the sleeping God I disturb

he notices me with pleasure
noting my chastity, I have kept my soul pure
with purification rituals and chaste vows

he makes his way to me
I feel a ripple then a wave of energy pour over me
sexual intentions speak
he is in the mind to taste

tender flesh opens to his advances
welcoming him shyly
inside my sacredness I am blushing

he sees my willingly heart
and knows my soul intimately
he pierces my maidenhood
our commingled essence so beautiful

he pushes deeper bringing me to him
within my soul coupling with an immortal
taking me to heights not known to most mortals
I sigh within myself to be chosen

with heated abandon I give myself
covering parts of myself to be discovered later
a unique lotus to be treasured

in the crimson corridor adorned with his affections
my flesh his to savor

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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