She rose out of mist,
a secret even unto herself.
She wrapped herself
in chains,
prayed for passion's rain.
The sky opened,
drenching her.
Blinding colors swirled,
tormenting her
in a most delicious agony.
In chains,
she was free.
In silence,
she spoke.
In blindness,
her senses came alive.
Bound in her desire,
her spirit was unleashed,
soaring ... soaring...
with angels
into a heavenly blue.


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Bravo!
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