Epiphany
Poem by: Lizziewolf
It was in the madness of lust
that I found my purest moment.
In the raw melting of orgasm
I found Death and defied her.
It was then I reached the Divine,
while agonizing amidst spasms,
it was then I learnt I was yours
and yet I was dangerously free,
like the wind in the desert,
free to live throughout our desire,
to wander through the realm of lust,
to become one with the elusive flame,
the one that ignites and feeds life.
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Wed, November 18th, 2020 10:45am
Beautiful!
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Wed, November 18th, 2020 10:59am
Thank you so much! Love, Lizzie.
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Wed, November 18th, 2020 12:50pm
Very seductive and titillating poem.
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Wed, November 18th, 2020 8:33pm
Thank you! Love, Lizzie.
Comment | 21 words
Fri, November 27th, 2020 5:44pm
The paradox of purity - raw emotion and metaphorical climax
Belonging is freedom; divinity is a flame
Madness is intellectual ecstasy
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Sun, November 29th, 2020 9:42am
Wow, thank you for your words! Love, Lizzie.
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