The Dark Tower

The Dark Tower Primitive Raw Uncontrollable Desire The male Inhales That unmistakable Scent of estrus droplets Overwhelming force A rigid magnet Bewitched, he follows Female A sense A shift Hmmm, A delicious transgression? “Come closer,” he hears, What she only thinks He obeys The magnet has one goal It seeks the dark, mysterious, and forbidden Like magic, The abys A heightened awareness Beckons like a flower Wanting Inviting Awaiting They approach, no thoughts Only instincts whispered by the gods They dance And unite Droplets of sweat A salty taste And a scent that says yes More, steady, accelerate Can’t hold - don’t, Release! No words, A puzzle solved, but in reverse. A second that lasts. Forever, it seems Then the emotions: Laughter, or tears, or silence They breathe Abys, magnet, droplets Code known by all living beings. Reverberates. Poetry + Digital Painting 2650 x 3840px

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1Ctio2NUPAXyViKtvxHPf9LmQ4VJWjmt9h

Token ID

3