The Goddess of Beauty

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The Goddess of Beauty



Beautiful and vibrant,
the picture of energetic youth. I see the Images before me,
beckoning me to love her.
The shines in her gorgeous black hair. Hair so dangerous,
it must be carefully restrained beneath a braid.
Contradicting the beauty,
the prison of her locks remains convenient to her nature.
A beautiful random part amid her forehead,
shows off the smooth clean skin. She shows off her delicate film,
stretching over her body like moss covers a stone.
She uses it recklessly, not caring who sees,
not knowing its full power. Using it against all men,
young and old alike, like a kenkaku uses his sword, her clothes,
it's Saya.

Those clothes become part of the body,
fitting its form so closely. The smooth navy silk, flowing like rain,
down from her shoulders, running over her young bosom.
The flashing fuchsia-pink obi,
like a gift ribbon, drawn tight across the flat expanse of her taut belly,
releasing its navy silk captive to continue its fountain down to her middle thighs.
Her small wiry frame excites all corners of my mind,
as I watch her move.
The ribbon she holds, flows like smoke surrounding her,
challenging me to defy its protective barrier. On her face,
she wears a smile, a deceiving façade?
Or is it sheer innocence?

Her lips, no longer those of a child,
they are passionate, they beg to be kissed,
caressed,
to be separated.
Her eyes glow with Intelligence,
and radiate the energy she contains within the shell of her mortal body.
It's these deep blue orbs that beguile me to such extent. Is it innocence I see in them,
or love?
I could love her,
I do love her.

Her movements hypnotize, demanding my full attention.
My hands desire to touch this goddess,
my heart wishes to feel the energy she retains.
My mind dares to imagine the contour of the silken skin beneath that navy color.
If only,
If only,
I could touch her,
hold her,
know the passion behind the infinite eyes staring into my soul.
No other woman could ever dare to claim the same beauty,
nor could any man turn away.
My unending desire and affection,
to the goddess who has given me life with a simple smile,
I give to her for all eternity.