The Sprinkle of Love
The thunderstorm conspiring and wining my shimmer, the breeze wrapping me in the blanket
of his love.
The black shady
the lust that arose
from within a deep ocean.
Lamenting not to regret his absence. The darkness wanting me to close my eyes while hallucinating.
His thoughts, pondering,
making me frail.
His scent, wreathing like clouds on
It was this deep urge that made me worship him!