Goddess Within

Goddess Within

Weird days-spring fever

A woman of quiet means

Spell casting to receiver

Eyes directing to scenes

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Lovers rise from the grass

Strumming in the forest

Melodic scale denies brass

Soft place for us to rest

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White thighs and kind eyes

Hear the whispering smile

Refuse to tell you lies

Our pasts slipped off in pile

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Sweet surrender to Goddess

She’s waiting for you

Your God and me in oneness

Hoping for what’s true

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Beauty is in eye of beholder

What do you see, lover?

I’m the maiden’s shoulder

Bared and your eye’s hover

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Woman-fertile soil of creation

What do you see, friend?

I’m the mother’s nation

Heart on whose you depend

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Wise old woman’s eyes

What do you see, mate?

I’m the old soul’s ties

From life to life we sate

~

Our thirst for each other

Goddess seeks you

Corded to Great Mother

God’s true love

(c) Amanda Wilson

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