Sacred Place

In luxury where tranquility and harmony correspond in unison,

where all vexations are obsolete.

In pure bliss, being deeply embedded into the clouds;

being swept away by subtle raindrops kissing the arches of my curves.

Where the sun reigns its rays upon these dark brown eyes and grants me grace to behold your gaze one last time.

Where butterflies find shelter in the lining of my stomach causing total gratitude.


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