My Divine Union on Speed Dial

I have love on speed dial—
not the kind that begs or borrows,
but the kind that arrives dripping in perfume
and the hush of silk before dawn.

I am courted by spirit.
Ezulie whispers through my pulse,
reminding me that desire is devotion,
that diamonds are prayers made visible,
And pearls are memories of the moon.

Damballa coils within me,
white light spiraling around spine and breath,
teaching me to move like water—
graceful, deliberate, infinite.

Every gift I receive is a ceremony:
a ring of laughter,
a bottle of jasmine oil,
a touch that hums you are worthy of worship.

This is a divine union—
not in chase, but in communion.
The holy flirtation between soul and source,
the sacred romance of being fully alive.

I walk scented in reverence,
crowned in radiance,
clothed in the luxury of my own yes.

For I am both offering and oracle,
honey and hymn,
Ezulie’s mirror,
Damballa’s dream—
the living embodiment of love remembering itself–

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