I stood right into the rising sun
helding up my face high and feel the heat of it's rays,
As I come to the thought that I am but human
who sometimes feel stupid in wanting a spark right into my veins...

SPARK...HEAT...EXCITEMENT...DESIRE...URGE...whatever!

Hmn...it's like doing a canvass,
a man as my subject - as I body paint him with a snake,
circling his naked body...using my bare hands
Inch by inch, I'l touch his details...gently with paint.

Smooth, tiny yellow and orange flowers adorned with it,
bamboos shoots and leaves...
I'l ask him not to move...feel my hands,
feel my desire to fulfill my wants, my commands...

I'l cover him with colours of my desire...
escaping from my real self that I aspire,
How would it be, to escape from real self?
Be involved to earthly desires and wants?

Ah...as I reach his cheeks...
I don't know what colour will I give...
just want to touch it, his lips...his eyes...
Gently as my hands travels...

And the snake's head has on his shoulder down to his chest
with teeth so sharp, ready to give me a bite....
Hmn...then I'l kiss him in between...tasting his lips...
Enough, I can be lost now...I am an artist!

I am Greca, passionately wanting a spark too...
Can yOu possibly let yOur spark shine on me, hmn....?

Inner Whispers

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