While the streets are empty, the stars are out, there's a dream, as beautiful as a painting. There's a Woman, that walks down, with her hair flowing down like the river.. There's more to her, more to the poem she is, and more to the Night.. Silent, Peaceful, and yet a chaos that arises looking at her hair. Something enchantingly beautiful..
Something enchantingly beautiful engulfs her soul when she decorates her in her words. She feels just like the night sky, decorated with millions of stars, twinkling, like diamonds. But there's more to her, more to the artist that she is. She's a dream spelled out in the notes of music and there's a calm that arises listening to her, calm that soothes the chaos in her...
Someday there'll be a time when they'll meet, under the same night sky. The Artist and the Muse.
She'll smell the scent of her wet hair out of the shower and turn the pages of the book and just spill out lust onto it. Hold her from behind until her breath gets heavy and heavier and spoon the valley of Life until there's a stream flowing down. Touch her gently with the roses and thorns and turn it into a romance one has only dreamt of...
For That's where Life begins and ends, from her, to her, from moment, to moment.. From Here, with Love.
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Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
