Mara

Bask in her aura, that flickers with electric storms. Gloomy somber eyes of the deepest galaxies. She possesses futures and pasts that linger in her flesh. You taste her history on your lips and feel the future with your dick. She is necessity. Treated as, with perversity. She is extraordinary. She is prosperity. Bathe in her aura that roars with electric storms Shimmering starry eyes of endless chaotic beauty. We gaze up at the astrological stories of her being. Beginning of... The blue print of utopian bliss. She is... All that ever was and is.