His Goddess
I long for you
The touch of a man
The beauty of a king
Body of a god
Like a gift from the heavens
That I don't deserve
But I am blessed
Because he was mine
And no one else's
And who am I?
Forever his goddess.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
vivibabe64’s Poems (9)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Sunset | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
| Insomnia | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| His Goddess | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| A Willow Tree | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| Shadows | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| This moment | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| People always leave... | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Lying on the Floor | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Russian Roulette | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
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