Reina. La princesa. Diosa de sueños. Flowing beauty, light tanned skin glowing in soft pulsing light. Hair swirls and bends with supple limbs, music plays on. Woman the temptress the child the goddess the bitch. The reason men boast and strive and fight and kill. The reason men crawled from the swamp, to stand near this prize, to have and to hold. Wars fought, ships launched, lips touched, earths moved. Nothing more to say, enter the room, eyes wide shut.
Reason for writing:
Another earth-bound goddess, in the stumbling path of
my existence.
Birth sign: Aries
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