A Woman's Release

The room is dark but for the purist form of illumination. The walls dance to its mesmerizing appendages secured in the warmth of the glow. A supple mist peruses meaningless shapes and forbidden desires, all to the care of the occupant bathing in life's element. An intoxication of herbal ferment spaciously enwraps her tired mind, the soothing gesture of primordial bliss. Basking in the sensation of ever colliding ripples her submerged form gives no heed to the day. This is the waxing hour of her body in natural chords and passionate melodies, as only her thoughts could tell. Hands poised for the cradling of the release of her innermost intensities, she is to her own self the desiress. This moment not to be shared but harvested for the pure selfishness that is the human existence, is but for the reward of one. Skin sensated and taut with supple restraint, that which feeds the hungry, insatiable need of lingering tenseness. Her release ordained by the freedom of guilt and the will to be a woman.


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