Because my friend hates poetry...

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The Goddess Within

I know this magnificent woman,
Who gently cradles undeciphered beauty
in pale, unblistered hands
with long fingers that speak of grace.
Her earth-colored hair flows free
and burns as fire in the sun.
Her lips reflect bounty and joy.
They whisper easily of patience.

I see this exquisite priestess,
Who walks with soft steps
Upon bare feet
Forever on an unbeaten path.
Her hips sway as she glides.
They hint of unseen desires.
Her eyes question your heart,
Yet are unafraid of her magick.

I envision this ravishing enchantress,
Who casts her spells
With the enticing movements
Of long legs, sleek arms.
She romances great power
In mystical embraces.
She dances, oblivious to her audience,
and spins unyielding to the music of her soul.

written in July 2003 by Karinda Woodward

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