The Planets-Neptune
Soft wet curves come out of the clear waters
She drenches herself more with the cold air
in no hopes of drying by the wind.
I watch as I feel her pass by my eyes
to enter in my mind;
so she could linger in my thoughts.
She follows the steps of a lost path
that has led to me and my still breath.
Hypnotizing she is
with her droplet covered lips,
her stuck together but darkened lashes;
look like vials slowly uncovering
her even darker pulling in eyes.
the words in her mind are secret
But I cannot help but to imagine
her lips spreading my hopeful thoughts,
my rather unforgiving but ripening thoughts.
I feel trance just by her legs in movement,
glisening in the moonlight,
as if they were floating towards me.
Hair slicked back by the conditions that the water has left,
but some rebelious locks still place themselves on her face.
...I wish to be there place.
As I gaze at this mystic woman,
that has kept my mind erased.
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