Your beauty is classic
Your presence is magic
I long for your dance
Supple and orgasmic
You are sculpted shadow
Drawing strength from deep waters
The torrid currents reverberate
Moving ecstasy further
This is a fantasy
Etched in rhyme
I imagine your chemistry
I imagine your mind
You bring bulletproof style
Framed by chiseled features
Your shadows move effortlessly
Like tectonic plates beneathÂ
I see your sculpted body
I try to imbue it with meaning
I conjure hypermodern mythology
A tapestry of pulsating feelings
Shadow magic is destiny
It is erotic power transformed
You vibrate with currents of electricity
Summoning a growing revolutionary storm
Images are by @dariomattus on IG
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2022
