The Snow Priestess With The Poppy Heart
Sex is a storm and I am the fire-dipped butterfly, I am all of the irregular passions. A blazing queen on my crystal throne like a scalding star in the frozen, polar night. Sovereign arctic leopard, snow stalking in the shriek of frost. Foxes glide at my feet like a sea of rubies, Roaming with the moon on my face and the wilderness on my breath. Offerings of sinful pomegranate kisses, my capricious mouth; a…