Her being

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She laid on the couch in lacy lingerie.

Her unclothed legs were intertwined,

belly button bare, bosom heaved gently.

Her eyes gazed at the empty infinity above her nose.

The cascade of hair cloaked her naked shoulders.

She trailed her fingers through her body-

slowly, softly, ever aware of her being.

That she is everything she can think of.

She is life and annihilation, both at the same time.

The breathing universe flows like blood through her veins.

But when her body is against yours,

do not be deceived to think that you can contain her,

for who could dare contain the universe?

(First published one year ago.)