The pain I nurture...Mature

My body dances in the tunes of its pain that rain down my eyes, kissing my neck, Leaving a trail of zig-zag, wavy, scared snake-skin tear breaking, the frozen blood-veins scripted on my face... I wince, twist, shatter... My soul feels the redness of my virginity's fragrance, and its silky milk of tempting, unripe love's seducing kiss... That could be perfected only by a man's sacred masculinity... In the lap of serene stars... Where he and I shall give birth to a night abashed, by our crescent moons uniting in the absolute wake, of an unending marriage of opposites God, wrapped us with...To bloom and find his shadow, In each other's blush-shaded faces, slowly melting in the sweetly burning fire of love's grip, as gentle as the flowers of earth's bosom Which clasp the shimmering dew close to their perfumed hearts...!!!
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