Sweet memories left on my windowpane. A tapestry of hardened love, softened by the footprints of a Goddess.
Melodic melodies - humming in the breeze. And the taste of Jazz music down the small of my back.
Cigar smoke from my lungs, smiles on my cheeks, kisses on my waist - Voodoo on my crown. Queen Love. Queen's Paradise. The King came out tonight to play. With no delay, the cosmos got to brewing. In the moonlight, the lovers are congruent. To stratospheres of existence beyond the widest imaginations. Those sweet memories left on my windowpane...
The breath of life, flowing through me as I gather the last of my composure. Heart still sore from overexposure and still, I relish in the delicacies of a delicious encounter such as this one. Basking in the glow of post-session, the resurrection of the erection of the GOD. Basking in Bastet. Basking in Isis. Basking in isolation.
Still afraid of the unknown, and the grandeur the unfolds may hold. The waves came crashing down, And after I drowned in my own tears, and faced my own fears, I saw no one near. A Queen's Paradise. Again, left with these sweet memories on my windowpane. A tapestry of hardened love, softened by the footprints of a Goddess.