" You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself " - A Buddhist Saying
She dances around me when I least expect it
She teases me with her smile whilst I sit unresponsive Her flaming hair, her fiery eyes could burn an Oak in a trice Her seduction is endless, her beauty ethereal She coaxes, she cajoles, she soothes, she tempts She comes at her discretion, leaves on a whim She promises you the world if you care to grab it She can do this even though she is from far beyond She wants not the material nor the active She wants no power and no wealth She respects no feelings or emotions She desires nothing less than your soul I caught perfection, but then I let her go She vanished, leaving her essence behind Stoically I simmer in her fragrance... |
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