Bora born
The wicca's gift _
She moved in close,
golden hair preening loose,
brushing the olive skin of her shoulders.
An aura of soft light,
from the moonbeams troubled flight,
chased shadows,
down the frontier of her body.
A gift of a small beetle
in her hand was made
beautiful in a rainbow of iridescent colours.
Her sensual energy flowing again
as he reached out to touch it.
He certainly could feel
she was flying free that night
from the flow of sensual energy through her being.
Her voice as if woken from a musky deep sleep
soon to move through their space
to surround him.
The pure liquid voice
spoke for this gift
designed and made in heaven.
To light the path for this fire creature now
to pass through the tips of his fingers.
Her laughter tin-kled
like fresh summer rain
on a hot tin roof in the middle of summer.
He also remembered the feeling that rose
from that place deep within him.
Then she floated around
and recalled the time
when the girls and her last went camping.
As she spoke of the way she loved to bathe
naked in pools left by the tide
in the cold light of morning.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
golden hair preening loose,
brushing the olive skin of her shoulders.
An aura of soft light,
from the moonbeams troubled flight,
chased shadows,
down the frontier of her body.
A gift of a small beetle
in her hand was made
beautiful in a rainbow of iridescent colours.
Her sensual energy flowing again
as he reached out to touch it.
He certainly could feel
she was flying free that night
from the flow of sensual energy through her being.
Her voice as if woken from a musky deep sleep
soon to move through their space
to surround him.
The pure liquid voice
spoke for this gift
designed and made in heaven.
To light the path for this fire creature now
to pass through the tips of his fingers.
Her laughter tin-kled
like fresh summer rain
on a hot tin roof in the middle of summer.
He also remembered the feeling that rose
from that place deep within him.
Then she floated around
and recalled the time
when the girls and her last went camping.
As she spoke of the way she loved to bathe
naked in pools left by the tide
in the cold light of morning.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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