Oils
Exotic delights touching skin like soft roses blowing kisses. the brushing of love’s tender wings, the tingling of their romantic touch, the feeling of heaven on earth, creamy liquids in their soothing, their lovely touching and probing, rolling down the breathing hills, seeping down into the crevasses, cooling off the fiery nerves, rescuing the screaming desiccation, the abandoned moisture that once was, the comfort of a rose like feel, the soothing breath of the rain like a rainforest in the desert, the tears in the soil, the flowers in the sun, the embellishment of the naked earth, the glistening of the reborn skin, the fruited limbs that shine in the sun, the glowing that reaches into the groin, the racing of the heated blood, the flaunting of the undulating hills, the secrets of the forbidden valleys, the words that get lost in the viewing, the sensual lines that parallel the rivers, the oils that drip down the banks, the softness that calls for a touch, the nervous fingers with lusted eyes, the thunder that runs with passion, the taboo that lost its voice, the sensual rites of the exotic oils, of beauty that emerges in the sunlight and shines into the heated loins and the craving to keep that feeling. Floating Embers Skyborne magic approaching from the corners of the east, embers drifting in space in the wake of the journey of the sun, the daughter of the blazing sky, a rendezvous with the tides of yesterday, when she ventured forth, racing along the firmament in a fiery chariot, cursing the sting of the darkness and chanting hymns of the Sun Gods on her pilgrimage to the western lands, her adorning the clouds with colors of a deep crimson, an artist with sensual strokes, turning herself into a cool globe of orange before she dove through the cracks of the earth into the bowels of its home in search of the lava field, the same one she found last night, to thaw her frigid hands and feet and sleep in its comforting warmth, as morning came and her eyes opened, she rose again through the cracks of the eastern corner of the earth with her fiery body igniting the wooden clouds that formed above, peeking through the smoldering embers, the charred sky riddled with pink and yellow holes, the beauty of the new day, the journey of the daughter of the skies, the dancing with the winds of time, and the way she chose her colors that embellished the face of the firmament, her handiwork of the earth and sky.
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Robert Martin
7/3/2020 05:36:17 am
Fantastic, beautiful, says Robert Martin, the author,
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