Sweet Honey drips across chapped bare lips.
A sated man loathes foreign honey.
For in due season a man cultivates his delicate honeycomb fruit.
While slowly watching his honey pot boil brew.
What is life without victory and victory without life? We all recall Paul, Peter, James, and John, but who remembers the woman that dies before Jesus Christ. A lover I have yet to know. A full womb I have yet to hold. And yet my life is still heavy with birthing pains… please hold on to my memory and remember my pains.
To dive in and carry the tools set out for healing your emotions, to learn to swim in the deep blue ocean. Doing the work to restore whatever has been broken. Amazed to find as you dive deeper into your subconscious emotions, you will still feel the warmth of the rays as you explore the depths of your ocean.
Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.
Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.
They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.
I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.
Miss,with the eight and a half size feet. See past her vain beauty and delve deep into her inner self.
Charming is this girl. I’ve yet to make a stand on the degree of her minds command. Just how smart … More