Sensual day on the life trip she searches
The walk through broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment
She checks the mirror for past reflective glories
Empty cradle tells no lies
Search for man like the rarest fruit
Search for the perfect man, gold lined
The planets look good, aligned
Princess in search of Prince
Admirers fall by her side
But not the right admirer, yet
The enchanted waits
Planets shifting
Time is of the essence
He comes
Pleasure is all his, for a time
Lifeblood flows
The signs are good
Exsanguinated, ecstasy passed
The mirror screams as new life bears fruit
The planets crash
She Sleeps
The empty cradle rocks
The planets lay dormant
A slight flicker
The mirror reflects
Rejuvenated, she seeks
The trip brings gifts bearing
Conquest boasts young blood in thought
Dreamlike fading in sensual pleasure
The cradle rocks
The planets grow angry
The mirror soothes into the night
New journey begins as planets align.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
This is listed as gothic but it feels both surreal and intergalactic in nature. I am not sure why but there is an ancient Egyptian feel that I get from this. Nicely done my friend
Yeah I think gothic was the nearest I could find to suit.
It works
Paul, this feels mythic and cyclical… almost like watching a ritual unfold in slow motion. The repetition of mirror, cradle, and planets gives it a gravity that keeps pulling me back in. It’s sensual, yes… but also haunting. Well done, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I was trying for the mystic feel for our withcy princess. lol
Yes...and you pulled it off.
She rides the chaos of desire like a comet through glass—bruised, bright, relentless.
Even as the planets rage, she wakes again, hungry for the next collision.
Woman with a cause.
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