There she sits, this Goddess
in a Marley t-shirt and plain black panties
The way the shirt is plastered to her small frame
it accentuates those perfect breasts
the chill in the room as plain as the
nipples poking through the thin fabric
Supple, slim, my hands itch to touch
The smooth porcelain of her flesh
and feel her long legs quiver under the
Flats of my palms while they travel down, then between
All that is nonexistent in the regard
To the eyes that stare holes in my soul
This Goddess creature dressed in commoners skin
I forget that she shuns the comparison
Beauty believes she is the beast

©MelanieMcCurdie

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