Venturing back to the first man and woman whom came from his rib
I want to seep deeply into your pores/
like hot oil...intoxicate your soul/
relax you after a day of arduous toil/
go back to that place where I received my form/
reborn/
next to your heart/
I am/
bone of your bone/
let me drink nectar from the fruit of your inclinations/
go inside you like a black swan…become saturated/
indulge my essence in the darkness of your flesh/
fall asleep there…enmeshed in the sinews of your affections/
your reflection/
swimming in a pool of limpid inflections/
the melodic beauty and reverberation of your voice/
that rejoices in the wind/
and antiquities illuminations/
predestination/
of an eternal love/
brightly shining like the Sun/
as we, once again/
become/
one
In spite of the improbable story of a woman coming from a man's rib, there is something magical about the difference between a man and a woman, that you write so well. Lines like, "let me drink nectar from the fruit of your inclinations, "our brilliant and sensual. Your man must be very lucky to have a woman who can express herself in such beautiful ways.
Edward Rutherford is prepared to do just about anything to escape an arranged marriage to a woman he despises. But his brilliant plan to feign insanity has some rather unwanted consequences...
Book 3 f of the Horses of Tir Na Nog Romance trilogy
CJ’s dreams continue, as she finds herself back at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. First, seeking protection for Rachel, then, the entire Sisterhood. (Actually, make that Sisterhoods; as there wil
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improbable story. Well done.