There
in the garden I stand amongst the trees and the flowers. Bare back as laid out
upon the grassy knoll she awaits there for me now. Atop a bed of lotus
blossoms, within a wall of roses and violets held she waits. A light breeze
settles in against the angle of my naked continuity, and I am whole as one
inside.
So
she rolls her body round, like some delicate feather blown on the wind, to
conceal the gentle back contour and reveal a frontal nudity that would make
beauty itself ache with the need, thick within the throes of jealously for
having to so unwillingly surrender over the crown.
It is in there that you find paradise, and it
seems she too knows me by name of a gaze gaping, and notwithstanding but a
single care towards the awareness of my steady on-looking fixation. It is the stare sewing in the seeds of an awestruck
wonder for what the mystics deemed necessary, and the melody of majesty aligned
in plenary ordinance; a precious passing moment of collective cornucopia & blessed
union of soul where all planetary constellation come together to marvel around the
bringing of such a fair existence about.
And
what combination was that of the raw material splendour used to create this
mould casting gone asunder beyond its one successful flight attempt to seize
hold the sky and bottle it, never to be used again? Beholding it is to clasp the all consuming essence of
longing in your pass, to wield command over the power of the cosmos with the
skilled hands of lovers’ chaste holding. It is that which instills a life, a capture
of Elysia off the edge of insanity refined, and that’s brilliance bled out by
any design.
For only
by taking nature in kind and boiling her down to her purest, basic, most
sincere level will you be able to build her up, and by a metamorphosis see her change,
transform into something off the wings of a butterfly; sign of the worthwhile creature
and form of the eternal everlasting entity. To spring forth out the sublime
incarnation, a shine of glory set down for all the world to see. She is pure
blissful serenity.
Plant
a seed to watch it grow; nurture it and it will give rise to a field of flowers
full. Still none of any other would have compared as saccharine as when I first
laid eyes upon the woman found stirring within the perfumed tendrils of
Summer’s bloom, beneath the Stars shinning bright. Her beauty is so that I come
alive. Consumed by loveliness I am completely at the lady’s mercy, and unable
to turn a look away. That is to say, I would not want to.
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