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I see...
Smear of oils
With weird forms,
Roar’s of the occult.
Subhuman mesmerism, beauty nudes
Woven entwined, as potions of love.

I see ...

The canvas, come alive,
At a master’s touch, to reality.
Casting spells with the unknown
Witch craft? Nay,
A blend of passion and dread.

I see ...

Energies of erotica,
Taking shape
She thirsts, She throbs,
And on leathery wings
She rides.

I see ...

Shrouds of mystery
Clawing at my heart,
And I thirst
But then my oasis,
Is within.

By nature_mithya

© 2012 nature_mithya (All rights reserved)


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