woman

In chains she finds freedom

In a stanger’s words, disdain

Instead of self-deprecation

She swings her hips again

In a moment, she’s a goddess

In her dulcet voice, a lullaby

Incompensated her kindness

She keeps you ensconced in her eye

In her accent hides a mystery

In her aura fits the infinite

Intoxicating her contact can be

She, this every woman, she’s pure spirit

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Mindfills by s.s. for

MindLoveMisery’s wordle – Aura
Hips Strangers Self-Deprecation
Words Disdain Find Woman
Lullaby Compensate Accent
Eye Contact

Sadje’s #whatdoyousee