Rain spoke in celestial music….poetry poured over the earth….the skies remained gloomy….a puddle of water lay on the ground like a sleeping baby….shrieking winds battered trees and lampposts…..the rain invited me as a frozen visitor….mutiny lay on the ground like a fearsome shadow….nature is a shadow of embracing the rain…..pour, pour now….a revolution of cats and dogs……
Psyche you melody/
You float on wings so sweet a/
Soul is delighted
Darling Honey, Dearest Lover, you are an awakened poem of romance, a cradle of love, a song of beauty, a nymph of passion. Let me embrace you as a romantic sunset. Let me kiss your sensual lips and feel them like morn’s dew. Your body is tender and sensuous as a flowing brook. Let me suckle your orifices with tremulous joy. Let me penetrate you and sing a joyful song.
Life can be compared to the movements of an eccentric clock. Sometimes the clock moves backwards and we are forced to live our memories. Sometimes the dials get stuck and we have to live with present. Sometimes the dials move forwards and then there is anticipation of the future.
You blossomed flower—you petal of beauty—your body is an ornament to adore—your lips part like flowers—how sensuous it is to kiss them—how gorgeous is your hair as black as the night—your breasts are monuments of passion—your orifices are melting honey.
Psyche your marvel—nature’s decorated ornament—there nature has perched you on wings sublime—there you float in the air like the strings of the harp being plucked— you colorful entity—you music of nature—you marvel of God’s creation –there you go like the psalms being said—you are a psychedelic halo—a gaze of a seer—a magic for the soul—a cantata for the heart.
Psyche—you marvel on wings—there you float as poetic music—there you dance as an ornament—you are nature’s love—you are a hymn of celestial delight—watching you is a rapture of the senses—a canticle being sung—a music—a poetry being recited. God Jehovah Jesus has made you are so precious and wonderful.