My Goddess
My Goddess
I see her slender silouette,
Crossing the full moon of autumn.
My Goddess waits there for me,
As midnight starts to blossom.
She ever so slowly turns to me,
My eyes meet her gaze.
My loves hazel orbs peer into mine,
My senses flow into a haze.
Her hair nay falls past her neck,
'Tis dark as a ravens wing.
Her tresses are like strands of silk.
Oh, the joy her presence brings.
Her hand extends to me,
Slender fingertips graze down my cheek,
Her pale skins' touch like a soft breeze.
My knees begin to grow weak.
Her flowing midnight shaded gown,
shows her perfect figure so precise, it seems
I fathom if this moment can be true,
as I awaken from that dream.
Bryan Robert Bintliff
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