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Your Goddess You left me with your image, Of a woman that you see. The beauty of your Goddess, Which I will never be. A softened velvet face, With eyes blue as they sky, You could stare at her forever, Your Goddess is not I. Her hair a golden yellow, Flowing smoothly in the air. A Goddess of your dreams, Of who I cannot compare. Her lips are soft as roses, Unscathed and oh so sweet! You yearn to taste your Goddess Of who I cannot compete. Her body shines so perfect, As flawless as can be, You crave to be with her, For your Goddess is not me. |
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