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In My Palms
The night embellished with a little black dress,
Embraced the silhouette of a vibrant flame,
Every step towards me, a dance,
She filled the Coliseum with grace,
This battlefield of status & prestige,
Her name in every Banter & jest,
Her Aura a political scheme,
Her presence capturing every gaze,
Whispers of a goddess.
But in my palms
She accepts the discernment of my lense,
Rejecting the echos in the hall,
These elusive tongues intended to lure her soul,
Are lies provoked by salivation,
With no desire to know the whole,
Being entitled to taste her fruits
Beyond the little black dress,
Just to confess, "Vici"
Instead of "Nos connexa"
But In my palms
She knows she stands for much more.
More than the roars of the Coliseum
And royal whispers of dignitaries,
Parading pretentious honor & glory.
She's the very air that consums the room,
"Stunning,
You put the angels
Clothed with the cosmos to shame..
My Darling may I have this dance"
© fruitfulodyssey
Embraced the silhouette of a vibrant flame,
Every step towards me, a dance,
She filled the Coliseum with grace,
This battlefield of status & prestige,
Her name in every Banter & jest,
Her Aura a political scheme,
Her presence capturing every gaze,
Whispers of a goddess.
But in my palms
She accepts the discernment of my lense,
Rejecting the echos in the hall,
These elusive tongues intended to lure her soul,
Are lies provoked by salivation,
With no desire to know the whole,
Being entitled to taste her fruits
Beyond the little black dress,
Just to confess, "Vici"
Instead of "Nos connexa"
But In my palms
She knows she stands for much more.
More than the roars of the Coliseum
And royal whispers of dignitaries,
Parading pretentious honor & glory.
She's the very air that consums the room,
"Stunning,
You put the angels
Clothed with the cosmos to shame..
My Darling may I have this dance"
© fruitfulodyssey
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