Water delicately whispering into the tub
Her robe gliding off porcelain skin
Rose incense and lavender soap
Lo-fi beats vibrating relaxing notes
She steps in
As candle flames dance
Flicking her shadow upon the walls
A sigh of relief as water warms
Lips parted
As I wash her soul
Over her breasts
And down her thighs
What heaven sits
Before my eyes
Peaceful perfection like Elysium fields
Playful mischief like young sprites
And through this haze of floral smoke
She sits before me
Pouring love and pouring lust
A Pagan Angel
I yearn to touch
A holy witch
I long to worship
An earthly goddess
A heaven sent
One who's shown me
What gods exist.
About the Creator
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