There once was a Goddess who was written off from the books

and her ass was as bad as her hooks!

But her butthole got itchy

and she went all scratchy.

Alas, she knew she was cooked.

And there they stood

at the edge of the woods

where trees would sprawl

and critters crawl

That's history

a simple mystery

just ashes here

with bits of tears

there was a catch

they were a perfect match

whole book of them

to burn the stem

bottle of fuel

reposit in a pool

single wrong jerk

they made firework

There she stood.

Upon the railing

Where she would

Let out a smile

On the rocky shore

That is my mind

Was where she wore

My resistance down

She has left since

And it’s been a while

The sadness I evince

With somber thoughts

The pain I felt

Was overwhelming

But it had been dealt

With a swiftness

While I evaded her soul,

I saw her standing

On top of the knoll

Upon the railing

Memories became my friend

Uttering life back to me

They stayed until the very end

Showing the sights I’ve seen

O, but no matter what

She stayed with me

To let me abut

Now I see the reason

She went away

To tell me straight

I had to find my own way

To stand without a railing

Now, within the sea of red

I found

Serenity, though unsaid,

Creeping

The last breath came out of me

My eyes came to a close

Until I could only see

Her once more.

Imagine a tongue. Starting from your knee and trailing-up your thigh. Each second is a minute and you can feel each follicle stand erect in waves. Every exhale is course and shallow. Inhale, your honeyed fellow. Fingertips are God's wands, and your skin becomes a trap, luring and incapacitating. You're hot yet you shiver, and you feel weak though passionate. And all of this is just from looking. Whew.