You remind me of the snake in the garden, half-closed gaze, devilishly cocky,
darkness becomes you,
pluto’s riches, apollo’s lyre, dionysian revelry, shiva’s dance,
your crooning, your ways, your filling an entire room with rich, decadent baritone, smug in the way you bring offerings,
shiny red apple twirling in graceful guitarist fingers.
I may look like a sweet little Eve, and maybe I’ll pray for you,
for only very few dare to toy with me, to linger close and long enough, only to learn what it is to taste Lilith herself.
Oh Oorja this is sooooo good! So powerful and juicy. So you. I love it!! 💋🌹🍯