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Divinely Rooted

Good evening, my Lady
how are you?

It's the gentleman
who had the pleasure of making your acquaintance
the other night

just wanted you to know
i am so moved by your mystique
like a soft lurking mist you have hovered
just over the edge of my imagination
tempting my savoir faire
from the outskirts
gently tugging at both my intellect
and intuition into propositioning you for a private dance in
nature's valley

take a chance why don'y you?
let me enhance your senses to my intent

...come...

i want you to
wear my words like lingerie
crafted from sycamore
allow my sentiments to fall over your Autumn soul
like the most smoothest of satin

i'll speak deliberately to you in
fabled tongues of Latin
make your silver mane rustle like windswept leaves
to the rhythm of a forgotten language
reminisced in the swaying of those waist beads
dangling from your hips
and the chanting from your lips

exotic..esoteric..existential
a genie in a bottle
hidden in plain sight

you are a worldly woman
who remembers the earth in her most natural tones
always in tune..always in touch with
your feminine principles

let me vibe rhapsodic
and appreciate you with a
cascade of spontaneous spillage
calling forth the
quintessential woman

in that i may someday
cultivate a covenant with you and
create a space where we
could flex the extravaganza of our minds
into sexy yoga positions
while elevating and celebrating

sages and savants past

following their footprints left
in the sands of time
as we entwine like vines creeping up
the tree of providence
being exactly where we are
supposed to be
just as the Universe willed it so