African Goddess(work in progress)
Molded like a goddess
Heat that turns grey into scarlet
Subtle seduction greater than that of any harlot
take a a sea-lost sailor, far inland
To watch you walk away would be his end
No riches no treasures would be able to mend
His gaping wound, his thirst that a thousand rivers may not quench
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