Map Of The Souls

SHE

Meanwhile, far,far away, he sat there running his fingers through his hair as images of last night's dream flashes in his mind.
He couldn't take it anymore...he needed to do something ,therefore,
He takes a pen and paper ,he closes his eyes to remember every detail as the ink curves into spirals and circles to draw the image that has been imprinted in his memory,the image of ......her.

He stays stunned at the image of his imagination as he began to whisper things to himself.....retelling his dream

In the calmness of the night,I rise,
Taking in the stillness nature brings.
The feel of fingers soothing my skin pulls me out of reality.
As I cast my eyes, there I beheld....
A powerful being that brings forth generations,
That makes a shelter a home,
That is and will always be the cause of man's downfall,
......it is She!

With the light she comes carries in her eyes blinding me.
I find myself falling,deeper with the thought of her and I
A euphoric dream that haunts me in the night.
She isn't God ....but I want to worship her.
She mocks me with her wine with the taste of her love,
Her aura as calm and warm as autumn,
My arms obsessively cages her frame,
With my sinful eyes praising her beauty from the crown of her course curls to the souls of her feet.

Carefully crafted by the heavens she must be!

Her enchanting face kissed by Aphrodite,my needy eyes ravish.
Down to her bosoms standing as proud as the mountains,my fingers wander on her supple skin,tracing every itch and curve of her celestial body as it traces her waist like the slopes of the great hills,teasingly playing with the beads that  enwraps it,those traditional pearls that has tied my soul and mind around it,holding my thoughts captive to her midriff.

With her solemn permission my limbs extends its lustful adventure around her hips resembles a landscape that assures a Shepherd a greener pasture for his flock,with branches colored with melanin aligned gracefully marking her roots.

The glimpse of her loving gaze cracks my mask,it shatters my armor against the world leaving me exposed.....to only her.
Her lustrous skin themed by the rich soils of the earth,a flesh blessed by the sun.
Daughter of the sun ,a sight you are to mankind.
A nightmare that gets my soul in unholy desires,a forbidden fruit my heart craves,making a beast like me ache touch,to take the risk.
And I do dare to lean forward to taste your sweet wine,to savour this fruit once more...

I am brought out of Netherlands into bitter reality .But the outburst of lotuses and teasing touch of vanilla engulf my whole knowing she was here....or I want to believe so.
One may say this is love but I just don't feel love,I feel her......because She is love and love is She.