In divinest sense
his soul is the purest thing.
I must have a taste.
Trace my inner thigh
with subliminal language
and not with hard lust.
See me as goddess.
Worship what the naked eye
Has failed at seeing.
I see you as god.
Your eyes are my morning sun
A beautiful sight.
How you stand so proud
and majestic in movement.
I am mesmerized.
Let us reign as one
In the name of all that is
Sacred, pure, and true.
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