Scattered pearls- SAI Sabouke

She’s not made of clay. She’s a mystic being made from the scattered pearls of Eden, she’s not just a woman— she’s chrysanthemums around the thigh of a bride whose  central quarters men have not seen. Her voice is an aphrodisiac— a catnip calling  senses to blooms. I touched her last year  & my palm still has the fragrances of a secret … Continue reading Scattered pearls- SAI Sabouke