She holds our love between Her fingers,
And our life within her will,
She's the guide of our sanity, away from Her I shiver,
If She killed me, I'd love Her still.
She's a Goddess.
Under the vaults of her temple,
And through the veins of her stone heart,
Incense runs, to her head,
And she lays, so sensually, on her bed,
Like a Goddess.
And her hair! Floating around her pale face,
Like a flight of crows, attracted by this witch,
So majestic in her dresses of the blackest velvet and lace,
She seems to rule the night's sky, she's out of reach,
As beautiful as a Goddess.
And we love her, we praise her, in front of her we kneel,
And when we catch a glimpse of her pearls of ebony,
No spirit, no poet, no priest will know what we feel
She's a Goddess, she's a shelter, and the world to me.
My own Goddess...
*I wrote this thinking of something i would feel for a certain someone ;)*
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