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Jul 2010
her lips where soft like velvet petals
as they lightly pressed against mine
only she can make my skin shiver
and send those chills right up my spine.
like Aphrodite, her beauty dazzles
with the perfection of human form
she entrances all that lay eyes on her
like she where the final thunder storm.

Goddess in a mortals makings
yet true without disguise
the stars will always shine for her
until she returns to the skies.
Her heart pulses soft and steady
bringing and taking my every breath
leaving me in silent slumber
dreaming of the only goddess left.
- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
Written by
James M Boyer
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