Modern Goddess
Ancient God extended his hand
towards this beauty,
pulling her close unto
him, moulding her
voluminous figure with
ample bosom into
his embrace
As his hands tried to
memorize every inch
of her small waist,
to reluctantly travel upward
to touch her flawless face
He brushed aside a long
dark wavy auburn lock
that lit up beneath the
sun's hot rays
Her eyes, amazed him at
the multitude of colored
flakes that danced in
them so bright
Fire burned deep within
them showing she had fight
Yes Aphrodite would be
envious of this beautiful
breathtaking sight
For where doeth this
vision hail from
Pure perfection t'was
what she was
A soft sigh escaped her
pouty full lips tinted a
deep red rose
She had a small upturned
nose and cheeks set high,
soft but fierce tilted
upward chin
T'was her God-like beauty
that had drawn him in
Her accent perplexed him
as her sultry seductive
voice said
"Alas I am but modern woman...
our words don't even mix!"
He leaned forward taking in
her very scent to whisper
in her ear....
"T'would be an easy fix..!"
Ah to explore her curvaceous
beauty he would most
assuredly spend days
Adonis then whispered
"Fair Lady, pray tell, what is
thy name...?" With just one
word t'ween parted full lips
"Helen....." t'was what came
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2020
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