Paradise (a Prayer to her holy Divinity) by Mapule Mohulatsi

A thunder makes love in the skin of Paradise.
Paramount to her Divine touch are the screams of soothsayers,
Silent ladies,
Primordial sages,
Ancestors of Venus,
In Divine sashaying dresses.
Matching in skin colour with the cacophony of a thunder as it shudders,
Her skin becomes the Divinity of Love.
The Sashaying Dresses of Summertime Ladies.
Temples to Paradise.
Mothers of the Ancient Stars.
She becomes,
The silent touch of her ancestry.
Prayer to Paradise.

Lover. Student. Teacher. Avid reader. Daughter. Holy Mother of all Dragons.