She does not need to be told what time it is, because she already knows. It’s planted in the soil.
Enriched with minerals, and vitamins. She knows what she must do. She walks with a curve and turns at a glance. That soul woman.
Bounded with the roots of the existed, she grows. Acknowledging the actions of the past, and
grasping them. Chin up above the shoulders, legs glided and glows with a beautiful brown, bronze, light. That soul woman.
Delicate and soft, her body is filled with beautiful scarlet roses, with sharp thorns, if need be.
Her hands dances along with her flamboyant hips. Stares only makes sense. That soul woman
The fruits bounded along her branches are blessing to the people, that come from good. To gain,
and to appreciate. Sweet, juices from her wisdom, is what helps people to move along. That soul woman.
She has a guest, he is mesmerized. In love, he adores her, her touch send electrifying waves
against his body. Her eyes give off the vibrant glow of the moon and sun. Her lips, bursts with a warming explosions in body. Everything she does, he can’t seem to accept, believing that she is paranormal, that there is an explanation for such perfection. Overwhelmed with fear, he run. Leaving her hurt, in distress,
confused.
She now believe, she is not enough, so in exchange for her lover, she encourages a raid, plotted
against her garden. Left with ashes, she offers them to her lover, only to find out, he is filled with
another woman’s fruit.
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