Her aura is delicious. Not in the way of sparkles and pretty lights. In the way of jewels shimmering in darkened caves.
Her aura is the rays of Divine light pouring through the gaps of blackout curtains. Her aura is moonlight glimmers. She is faith of miracles, promises kept and dreams come true.
She is Holy wild sanctuary.
As she intimately connects with the deepest part of herself, she feels electricity coming alive. A touch. A taste.
Wildcats purr too. All the way from her entangled roots to the wings of a phoenix rising within her chest.
~ Jyoti
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