Watching You dancing slow at the rhythmic blues of the breeze,
Going insane at the beat of the wind
Naked, shining all your wits under the sun
Showing it all proudly to me..
Shamelessly, careless about perseverance
And all its submissive children
Free and madly in love
I run towards You..climb into your arms
Look up for your enormously erotic branch
Entering me up… I dig it all in, spin it around..
We would dance..about life
At the beat of pleasure crowns
Envious disastrous and destructive empires
Chaotically troubled
A dance of all elements
We burn our desires alive
Inhaling all spells of burnt
witches and wizards
embracing their yells
revenging the suppression
our hair flees away of the head
spitting out melodies of imprisoned men
calling for freedom
enslaved generations in cages
I would be named after some mean witch
Once lived
And You would be the invader of the thrown..
This gives me a sense that something ancient within you is rising. The witch within is resurrecting. I have a feeling that you were a witch that prayed in white light. Following the path of white. And somewhere your purpose is to help people go beyond the obsessive obsession with bodies.
I could be wrong. But being a shaman, i can smell a witch from any distance.
Love and light,
Raah
Here is a woman of great sensation, living a life of duality and power, merging with the cosmic dance of energy, putting herself in the grip of passion and desires, showing her innermost charm and innocence, interacting with life itself under the great master of all: LOVE