2 years ago. Thursday, September 28, 2023 at 4:12 PM
She smells of sex and madness
A fiery mix of thunder and hints of sadness
Shrouded in mystery, bathed in abandon
She hides away searching for magic and unspoken chances…
Biding time and chasing clouds
On butterfly wings and the wild imaginings.
She is the calm before the storm, the eye in the centre and the tranquil peace that comes after,
All rolled into a bundle of joy and bubbly laughter.