The Illustrious Oracle!

A spark of enthusiasm, a lust of eternity
A flow of character..in a placid fraternity
this oracle, this queen...the beauty of her skin
the touch of her lips...the shadow, the wink!

a dark allure from within the tempest
that whirls the frills in a a glorious arc
the splendid of her motion, in a grace of its azure
the wave of her body, in an elegant suspension.

she wake from the darkness of her own desire
to reign a thud of her new sapphire
studded in a crown of rich somber
the dream-weaver picks the ring of amber.

the swirl of her hair from a cluster to a spread
sweeping all in animation to a drop dead amaze
with her eyes wide shut and her glory awaken
the reign of darkness has just been broken.

the satire on her lips has spelled her desire
a whisper in the wind has broken the silence
she turns to open her eyes...
to find an unexpected surprise!

Around the corners of her misty blue eyes
the eclipse of her mica, lashing a smile
mischief and disbelief fascinating in her face.

everything around, except her now behold,
to the rein of the awaken beauty's threshold.
from yonder she beckons a steamy glaze
the sheen on her face can send a killer ablaze.

springing from lilies behind, doused in quick silver
the wind blows from either side of the throne
startling the animation of the oracle alone.

for a new chain of luster...
the air so chill coming from high up in the mills...
the queen pulls the strings...to the pearls in her swing.

running her hand in an awakening ark...
the beads of pearl fall comfortably into the gravity's lull
the reflex in her eyes.

as each of her bead of desire bounces radiatively off her body
exposing her naked body from the gaps in her frilly azure

the sound of a harp falls sharp on her ears
the Dream-weaver is back to help let go of her fears

like a woman in just fine-twine
the queen sparks open her sexual divine

precarious in their acts of falling
the pearls of luster spread all over the floor

this form of elegance has set her breathless charm
in the winds of chill, that again set her feet off the ground.

exhaustive of the motion from an awe-inspiring bolt
she drops her hands in a falling gesture...

her hands and legs taking all the frills off her body
a split or satin runs through her totally suspended abode
a single strand of pearls now lay from her neck too low
an invisible pull in the air draws her closer to the glow

a voice steals out of her broken emotion
she rest her head back in complete provocation.