Aura of ambient tides

@orkidedatter

Talk to me as I was your cup of hot chocolate,

dive into my secrets today and

tell me if we are going to behave or not.

Dig into my aura of ambient tides and

sinful kisses, where your lips speak volume

and a fire breathing to destroy my

lake of wicked thoughts.

My mind eyes pierced the bottom of your

Spirit and my voice is an instrument

to play with your heartstrings within your soul.

Deep reflections from my tongue shines

on your warm, creamy skin. Your eyes have

moves like Salsa over my body,

exposed to touch my erogenious zones.

A primal grinding up and down where the

hunt begins and below where the

full of passion thrill ends.

Orkidedatter

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From the north a butterfly in
winter land under the
Polar star in the elongated
small country
-Norway-

If you listen carefully you can hear
her wing stroke rises from a descending black
star from a nightmare visions
flash down below the abyss…

breaks through the chains from
a cage of
another day healing subconsciously
a picture of pain.

Bleeding memories and a battered
country girl,
but beautiful as the midnight sun…

strong as the Northern Lights
dances on the
black canvas of the sky,
she colors her soul’s
landscape of a ruin to an
architectural masterpiece.

-Orkidedatter-
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Memories

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Me…

Beautiful and battered

Art my own, OrkidedatterArt, my own orkidedatter

-From a nordic author and artist:

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Beautiful & battered

– breaks through the chains-

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From the north a butterfly in

winter land under the

Polar star in the elongated small country

-Norway-

If you listen carefully you can hear

her wing stroke rises from a descending black

star from a nightmare visions

flash down below the abyss…

breaks through the chains from a cage of

another day healing subconsciously

a picture of pain.

Bleeding memories and a battered

country girl,

but beautiful as the midnight sun…

strong as the Northern Lights dances on the

black canvas of the sky, she colors her soul’s

landscape of a

ruin to an architectural masterpiece.

-Orkidedatter-

@orkidedatter

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Behind a mask

Poet, poetry, Norwegian, Norge, Norsk, dikter, forfatter, my life, dark poetry, creative, my soul, my heart, authorArt: my own @orkidedatter

– Behind a mask-

Behind a mask, someone is hiding

my door was opened to my safe place

now it became my prison

I cried – no one saw my tears

I screamed in disgust – no one has ever

heard them

a little girl’s fragility gets crushed by the crime

caught in the curse of the mask

no escape

trapped in a body that slowly have died

she buried herself in pain

so as not to feel what she saw

a empty shell with a color of black

behind a mask an unwritten diary

beneath rolling waves

a sea of guilt

bound with chains and trapped in mystery

every minute passed and I felt the hell that

even darkness feared .

-Orkidedatter-