At the cusp of dawn, she emerges with an unyielding rhythm,
pulsating through the soil and the sky,
her essence a commanding whisper encircling the world,
gentle yet strong as silk and stone, as timeless as the stars
Her skin, the earth, rich and boundless,
woven with the songs of roots deep below,
she moves with the grace of rivers unfolding,
touching everything, leaving nothing untouched
In her gaze, universes are born,
planets swirl in the heat of her stare,
her love, a wildfire igniting hearts,
consuming fear, birthing truth from ashes
Her touch is a prayer to the soul,
a gentle hum vibrating through every limb,
she opens the door to ecstasy’s hidden garden,
where bliss blooms, fragrant and fierce
Beneath her steps, the earth sighs,
her dance is the heartbeat of mountains and oceans,
her power is woven in the winds that carry secrets,
of worlds yet dreamed and desires unspoken
She is the quiet storm,
the soft thunder in the chest,
her intimacy—an invitation to dissolve,
into the vastness of love, eternal and free
In her embrace, we are home,
footed in the ancient soil of the sacred,
her depth is as endless as the sky,
her presence is a reminder—
we are divine,
we are one,
we are Her—-
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