My flesh melts on your tongue
my breast dissolves beneath your desire
my ears turn to wind
roots reclaim my veins.
My stomach disappears with its lunar twin
water taking my will until
I am reduce to a glimmer
boiled down to a spark
sifted into tiny stone
that has many wings
nesting inside your palm

~an enigma, a mystery this beauty is. Flawless, as if molded from stone, from alabaster then turned to warm flesh kissed by the desert's ever lasting flame. Tendrils carress her wonderous curves, stained with the color of the finest wine. Her irises, frost-biten silver are framed by sooty lashes that bless her crimson hued cheeks now and again, her features absolute beauty. She drifts with an otherwordly grace, each movement merely painted upon the air, she holds a dancer's grace. Her smile simple radiance which would cause a glacier to melt beneath its warmth. Sheer poetry emments from her spirit, pentrating the air with its sweet melody. She sings for her Master, paints potraits for his walls, or weaves stories and poems to warm his soul. She finds comfort at his feet, his prize girl, his melody, ever changing as Thassa's tides, she remains his, his slave...to command, cherish, and possibly even love~

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