Her body dwells in translucent fire
from fluid spheres of pulsating delight.
Undulating hips sway with desire
where sun and moon melt into clear light.
Masked Angels master the make-believe
flowing scarves whirl in decadent attire.
From the jewel tree necklaced with emerald leaves
on royal grounds of a Diamond Empire.
Enter inner hallways of the estate
winding through flower-prim paths.
Where the Praetorian guards keep behind the gates
the mistresses of anarchy and wrath.
Whisper songs to lure them into romance,
gather night maidens for a chamber dance.
- By Aurin Squire
from fluid spheres of pulsating delight.
Undulating hips sway with desire
where sun and moon melt into clear light.
Masked Angels master the make-believe
flowing scarves whirl in decadent attire.
From the jewel tree necklaced with emerald leaves
on royal grounds of a Diamond Empire.
Enter inner hallways of the estate
winding through flower-prim paths.
Where the Praetorian guards keep behind the gates
the mistresses of anarchy and wrath.
Whisper songs to lure them into romance,
gather night maidens for a chamber dance.
- By Aurin Squire
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