Scorpio Zodiac Highlight
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Venom and Velvet
Samuel Rivera |
Under a cloak of midnight,
where stars are whispers and secrets sleep, there lies a spirit, sharp as a dagger's edge, soft as the touch of silken dusk. It dances, weaving shadows— a tapestry of strength, bound in the embrace of both ferocity and grace. With eyes like smoldering embers, reflecting the depth of ancient oceans, this creature knows the weight of hidden truths, the caress of betrayal’s sweet lips, the intoxicating allure of wounds adorned with the poetry of scars. In the grip of passion, it pulses, a beating heart wrapped in a shroud, where desire is the firestorm and calm the aftermath, a symphony of chaos, a symphony of rebirth. With a venomous kiss, it stings, etching lasting impressions on the canvas of existence, each encounter a slice, a reminder of fragility, the exquisite dichotomy of love and pain, intimacy’s delicate dance on a razor’s edge. Wrapped in the softest velvet, it cradles the tender and the turbulent, offering solace to the lost, a soft shoulder against the storm’s rage, an understanding as deep as the cosmos, where no word is needed, only the breath of a shared silence, where souls align and collide, like stars forging constellations in the night’s endless expanse. It is a guardian, fierce but tender, casting its spell in the twilight air, where shadows come alive and darkness breathes enchantment, where the universe spins stories with every heartbeat, every sigh, every tear that sparkles like dewdrops at dawn. Beneath the surface, currents swirl, an undercurrent of emotion, the hidden depths inviting those brave enough to dive, to claim the treasure buried in the realm of the unknown, where transformation awaits, awaits like the embrace of muted thunder, the promise of a storm on the horizon. In the garden of the metamorphosed, secrets unfurl like petals, revealing the intricate patterns of existence, the delicate threads intertwined, binding pain to pleasure, growth to decay, the symbiotic dance of life’s ephemeral beauty. And as the world spins on, this spirit stands sentinel, a collector of truths beneath the sullen sky, where love possesses a lingering bite, and trust, a whispering caress, the echo of a heartbeat in the velvet dark, the eternal waltz of venom and velvet. |
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Poetry Winner Summer '24
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