Her beauty, even Helen of Troy would be jealous
She freezes me with her eyes like Medusa
Makes me shine with her touch like Midas
When she lets go I am stone once more
Her voice like the Sirens call crashes me into the shore
I can’t fight it, I can’t resist
She is a goddess and has me transfixed
With all the horrors and beauty of every Myth
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 2:23 PM UTC
Her beauty, even Helen of Troy would be jealous
She freezes me with her eyes like Medusa
Makes me shine with her touch like Midas
When she lets go I am stone once more
Her voice like the Sirens call crashes me into the shore
I can’t fight it, I can’t resist
She is a goddess and has me transfixed
With all the horrors and beauty of every Myth
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