abrahmakita janani

i found myself, one morning awoken in a wave of golden -like bliss, unable to move, I pleaded with her as waves of euphoria swept over my mind, and a gradual stillness warmed my motionless limbs. Eight arms of her, lips like red bimba , steepened my hearts unheard yearning.

Mother of infinite creation, her feminine spirit fled its course shaking the very blood pulsating up, as countless tears adorned where she stood ...