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Gypsy

Divine Omen


The myths of her longing

cradled in the pause of

unspoken crave.

silken desires

ribboned in secrecy,

aching to be touched

by the warmth and dew

of his rose-petaled lips.

a timeless memory etched

remembering the

soft inhales,

surrendering under

the strength of his chest

and grappling hands,

tenderly balanced on

the edge of his soul.

heart against heart,

skin against skin,

sweet intimacy

pressed into the darks

of her soul,

dreaming of this divine

omen again.











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