A graceful woman.
Adorned in the dews of life.
Skin sewn by the thread of spiders.
Silk fears spun into freedom.
When she walks, each step penetrates the soil beneath her feet.
Through deep friendship, ancient magic returns to her lungs & she weeps.
A holy woman.
When she presses skin on skin she surrenders completely to the will of the divine.
She hears the heartbeat dancing as you remember you are Hers and she is thine.
You belong to one another
Beyond the games of your minds.
The nature of our labor
Dissolved into love.
Keen to watch each other rise up.
One ship
One rose
One supple moment
Where we all remember we are chosen.
Free to be seen
Filled with devotion
To the revolution
Where all raindrops fall & return to the ocean.
Where the tides sip wine to celebrate the new emergence of
Light
And his fine ass cock as it draws a line up the rides of her spine.
Blades of the bearer of light buried deep in her neck as her body hangs limp.
All perceived sin dissolves into bliss.
Expanding in the safety of an ancient kin.
Her chest expands.
She lands in the holy garden.
The birthplace of light
Home of pure truth & clear sight.
Body.
Woman.
Chosen.
Body.
He is woman.
He is chosen.
Paint by @rachelcorvese.art (IG)
Rachel's Art Page: http://Www.artbyrachelcorvese.com
(check her out! her work is sooo beautiful!)
@jewel_water.s (IG)