A Cherry toast to a Goddess,
Who rides a beautiful mess.
When Virgo lets go of her flow,
She winces from the pain below.
The agony beneath her belly,
that unwelcomed monthly bully.
A little token for her elegance
for her soft steps when she dances.
For those available chances,
Like a tigress, she pounces.
For her beautiful behind,
For her inquisitive mind.
For her soft flawless skin,
Which covers every woman's sin.
For those slender arms
and curvy legs, I've no qualms.

For her awesomeness,
and her sumptuousness.
for her enviable beauty
described in this poetry.
For those bedroom eyes,
that cries at goodbyes.
For her luscious lips
and those gorgeous hips.
For the sweet nectar
Of her velvety petal.
For her rose flowers,
the caveat for her powers.
the only price she has to pay,
Like a queen to slay.

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       30-7-2019