Awakened.
The cold floor welcoming you with an embrace
wondering where you are
You gaze forward
In front of your organs of sight,
She stands.
The Fool takes a glimpse of her beauty
She conjures you forward with the gentle voice of Aphrodite.
"Come here, my sweetheart."
Her words travel to you
Bliss, unknown to heaven, consuming your conscious soul
Euphoria carries you over to where She stands.
dropped beneath her stance
You look up
eyes locked
Words start to lose meaning.
Thoughts are beginning to disappear.
Definitions are losing value.
You have found bliss.
About the Creator
Will Sangalli
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