The Dark Side of the Goddess Темная сторона богини Anna Zworykina
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At the Rise of Night
Arcane seem her black eyes, indistinct the Delphic gaze, impossible to read her, unknown to me are space and time. Her face opened above me like the night. She whispers and yet her lips do not move.
She cleanses my mind with menthol from myrtle, rains down on me with flowers of bitter marigold, the strictly aromatic snails of anise, and covers me with leaves of herb-spicy bay. Ethereal shimmers the semi-silk balm, her dark eyes like dimming stars. Eucalyptus hisses she with a stern face. I do not yet understand her words.
Then she beds me in bitter earth of dark patchouli under mists of myrrh, which balsamically already brush over the balm, in it small cinnamon dots of cassia glowing, she rubs dry shoots and twigs onto my body, herb-sweet and woody and sharp like fresh nutmeg.
Patchoul eucalyptus she conjures my balsamic bed, which now becomes boggier, softer, and deeper. I sink on a cedar bark into the eucalyptus earth, resinous, warm and balsamic and yet medicinally ethereal. Am I connected with the goddess forever, anointed, preserved, and immortal?
After six or seven hours she has quietly disappeared, so long she had stayed close to me.
(With thanks to PallasCC)
She cleanses my mind with menthol from myrtle, rains down on me with flowers of bitter marigold, the strictly aromatic snails of anise, and covers me with leaves of herb-spicy bay. Ethereal shimmers the semi-silk balm, her dark eyes like dimming stars. Eucalyptus hisses she with a stern face. I do not yet understand her words.
Then she beds me in bitter earth of dark patchouli under mists of myrrh, which balsamically already brush over the balm, in it small cinnamon dots of cassia glowing, she rubs dry shoots and twigs onto my body, herb-sweet and woody and sharp like fresh nutmeg.
Patchoul eucalyptus she conjures my balsamic bed, which now becomes boggier, softer, and deeper. I sink on a cedar bark into the eucalyptus earth, resinous, warm and balsamic and yet medicinally ethereal. Am I connected with the goddess forever, anointed, preserved, and immortal?
After six or seven hours she has quietly disappeared, so long she had stayed close to me.
(With thanks to PallasCC)
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... Fantasy is something that some people can't even imagine.....
Best wishes for the weekend. C.
Or a horror movie, but a pretty aromatic one.
(Thank goodness the goddess wasn’t in my order).
It has bold names, that's for sure, but you probably can't find the scents anywhere anyway.