Yours for the Breaking
My Goddess, your heart is more bountiful than the snaking Nile,
more pure than the gold of an ill-fated king.
My hands tremble for the sensation of your silken kiss,
for the rush of your hands over taut breasts under silver stars.
I am yours for the breaking.
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