It’s not her velvet touch that pulls me in,
Or the curves that flow from head to toe.
It’s in the words she speaks as I eagerly listen,
It’s the galaxy within that makes her glow.
In a million years, I might never discover,
Every planet and star that makes up her soul.
But I would spend my days trying to uncover,
The mysteries that keep me coming back for more.
Let me fall in love, deep, into the stars which are her eyes
Where she ensnares my wandering heart as azure currents
Describe a vibrant path toward lustful insurgence.
Unleash the delicate, aromatic kiss of Aphrodite’s sigh.
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Of wine and myrrh, pungent and sweet, inebriates and invades!
The soul of the damned and even the Gods’ holiest angel
She will rapt either, with a tender smile and limp wrist dangled
In her majestic strut, closing in on helpless prey!
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I say, let me be helpless! Let her come softly
Or pounce as I gaze, in frightened amazement!
Let her tear into my chest, find a most torturous lament
Silence its negating pall! Let life swim through my veins, swiftly.
The Way it Goes 