Magic Cloak
For every woman who has ever struggled with
body image. Remember that you are a Goddess
and was made perfectly
I’m an orange moon
With blue for the ocean
And purple for passion
Fire and ice
Deep red and clear magic sparkles.
Glistening under the candle light
And under the moon light,
I am light.
Shimmering beautifully in tune with my wearer.
“You’re perfect”, I tell her
Her vibrance is hipnotizing.
She thinks it’s because of me but she’s always had it
I’m a figment of her imagination
Oh, how powerful it is...
She imagines me seeping into her chest
As I lay politely atop her breast
And with a breath,
her and I become one.
Her hips now has a more dramatic sway
Her clothes assentuates all of her.
She is beauty,
She is devine.
I helped her to love..
All her layers,
all of her extra mass
I am the roundness in her ass.
Reflecting the light of the sun
I am her,
we are one
Naked skin glistening in the dark
Radiance
Reflecting the light from her soul
Behold,
I am her cloak.
Invisible to you, but she knows.
Soft as silk
Shimmering colors from the earth
Gold outlining because she is royal.
Divinity.
Beauty.
Love.
We are, all thee above
Soft to touch
Sweet to taste
Melodic to sound
Exquisite to look at
With a scent of vanilla and a touch of...
River flowing green flowers
And shimmering silk fabric.
I am her magic cloak.
Wrote this in a poetry course I took in college. She gave me a B
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