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My Godess

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One woman’s vision is seen in the clouds passing over her hands
Silhouetted over the thunder of the base beating in the background
Black and white keys stroking over the echo’s of her vocal cords
Submerging in the depths of bubbles and passion
Image beyond the pages of this journal,
is the movement of the most beautiful goddess given to us
The outline of her rhythmic shape sways back and fourth
The sight of her golden locks flowing down her strong shoulders
Moistening to the vocals and the movement from her own jeans rubbing
Her bottom lip is sucked in, with the ecstasy she just exhaled