Dive in, taste it all, fill yourself on experience.
Glass to her mouth,
her lips curl at the corners in just the right amount of wonderment.
The flavor on her tongue adds a sparkle to her eyes.
Being alive is so rich, so satisfying.
Lace across her skin,
smitten by the texture and femininity of lingerie.
Lather of shampoo and the suds running down.
Warm and freshly oiled, ready to sleep.
Music over a crowd,
her body moves to a felt beat and her heart expands beyond her physical self.
Joined to a collective energy with each note played.
Dancing into a new realm, sweet freedom.
Ink on a page,
written word or sketched artwork she pours herself out on blank canvas.
Her wounds heal and her creativity thrives.
Giving time to her gifts, purpose fulfilled.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
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