In the ravenous velvet throat of the midnight bloom,
She curls fetal naked fury, raw and divine.
Petals thick as sin, midnight’s teeth in savage bloom,
Devour her shadowed form in a lover’s possessive design. Golden lightning rivers carve her breasts and thighs,
Exploding stars ignite her skin of royal bruise.
Eyes welded shut against the screaming skies,
She births whole galaxies where her quiet dreams collide. Breath slow as the death of dying suns,
Her body hums with power fierce, untamed, unchained.
Enfolded in this floral abyss soft yet merciless
Vulnerability twists into the sharpest blade. No tender cradle, this; a beautiful cage of wrath,
Where sleep becomes the fiercest kind of rage.
She is the seed, the mother, the devouring grace,
Sleeping destroyer, creator of light in endless age. From her violet womb the wild universe screams 
Eternal fire born in the flower’s dark seams.
Rest, goddess. Let the bloom consume your dreams…
New worlds awaken from your silent extremes.