She feels it too I know it
From the quivering composure
Of the question that she poses
To my rosie cheek cynosure
For if she beheld my heart
Within her hands, its final form
Would be swan songs of exposure
To her wisdom’s winter storm
In all the tongues that I could taste her
Lotus blossoms of creation
But no mortal may embrace her
She is goddess of temptation
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
She feels it too I know it
From the quivering composure
Of the question that she poses
To my rosie cheek cynosure
For if she beheld my heart
Within her hands, its final form
Would be swan songs of exposure
To her wisdom’s winter storm
In all the tongues that I could taste her
Lotus blossoms of creation
But no mortal may embrace her
She is goddess of temptation
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