Larimar Man! Larimar Man!
She shouts as loud as she can
No bother, he can’t hear her
He stands staring into her soul like a mirror
Ocean true blue green sea glass
Golden pulse racing
Connecting~
Her black jaguar Spirit enamored and pacing.
Larimar man! Larimar man!
She soaked him in
Returning to flow can begin
Vulnerability of being naked and bare
Healing~
With energy talking there’re no words to spare
He grins and opens his mouth to speak
She smiles, blushing...jaded...pink.
Larimar man! Larimar man!
Soft, strong energy in the palm of her hand
Purple bruised past vanishes at last
This is just what the Universe planned
He was destined to find her
Awakened~
Her heart he’s surely taken
Their world is rainbows again.
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