The air
cools and
through the vapors
I gaze.
My feet tread the
surface of dark waters
where wild currents run.
There are dark maelstroms
and from the watery depths
rises a fleeting, underwarter grotto,
the storm rages above and
I feel close and at home.
The rage burns
and betrayal stands next
to me, kissing me smoothly.
I groan in primal passion
and find myself
falling under the spell.
The eye of the hurricane keeps
me fully calm and a bit stable.

Copyright 2004 Anno Domini/ "Earth's Wynne" Publishing
~Dior X. Robynsonne

Betrayal can look you straight in the eye, but if you don't want to see it, then for you it's not there. Intriguing piece.

DEEP REAL FLOW FEELING YA

This had me like WOAH had me trapped sometimes rotten strawberries taste as good as honey :read:
tyte deep flow:wink:

Your both right. Thank you both for the love.

such strong visuals...

*snaps & applause*

Excellent scribe!

liking this Dior
yes deep and real
missing you
flow on
Peace~N~Love
BlueWater:heart: