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 not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
vivibabe64’s Poems (9)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| 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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