Silky rains
of your dark cloud moisture
give growth
to thick root.
Aspiring toward your heavens.
My goddess,
reign down upon me.
Cultivate succulence
from the secret garden
of these earthly delights.
Let us satiate nature's need
endulging of spilled seed.



Oooh! Very nice piece you have composed from the prompted poem inspiration. Soft and sweetly intriguing, the imagery is well spun throughout. Beautiful write indeed! Best wishes in the contest!


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