I am water.
Formed and molded by a giant ball of energy
blasting rays of creation and vibrations
to form a sphere of madness.
A product of light
sending frequencies through mass darkness,
unknown.
A synchronization of sounds and tones
spewed from a creative being.
An existence in tune with the One.
Freak of nature seeking purpose in a mass jungle,
primitive.
A god and a devil
A sinner and saint
The yin and the yang
A King, ruler of my own universe
yet a peasant of man.
Vulnerable.
Ready for love
Ready to hold and to be held
Ready for sex
yet ashamed of my horniness.
Exorcist of my own spirits that are released at the height of pleasure.
Little fuckers flushed down a spiraling bowl.
Round and round I go.
- Author: cwade1289 ( Offline)
- Published: November 26th, 2019 04:29
- Category: Unclassified
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