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Comfortable Silence
by Tammy Hendrix
The grass is damp and cool
against the small of my back
Tickling fancies of my vast imaginations
It's scent, it's feel, so clean;
So crisp and so, so calming
Natures invitation to a comfortable silence
Skies dark with tiny bursts of twinkling eyes
I watch them in awe of their beauty;
Of their possibilities
Stars bright amongst the darkness
With their hypnotized curiosity's
They watch me in awe of my beauty;
Of my possibilities
What glorious freedoms these wide open spaces offer
Lying in the middle of an enormous naked field
Surrounded by serenading violins
Played upon the legs of crickets
What profound freedoms my imaginations have to offer
Lying naked in the middle of an enormous field
Surrounded by the rush of Gods breath
Played across my nakedness
like serenading violins
The breeze chills me
An orgasmic capturing of my breath
My eyes rushed with slight tears of gratitude
Such an obvious presence
For those who nurture sight
What passions of such purity I nurture
I am not alone here
With my nakedness for all to see
My blanket lies beneath me
With whiskful little hands
Fondling my neck; my legs;
The arch of my back
I am not alone here
With no need for a fig leaf
I am layered upon by the universe
With all presence of the surreal
They kiss me; they caress me;
They touch me
My sacrifice is their seduction
I am Nurturer
I am Mother
I am Goddess
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Drawn From Quiet Desperation **adult content**
