Unfolding to the frigid morn’
A goddess unto new worlds born
Her purpose cannot be explained
Her beauty cannot be contained
Like golden silk of sunlight kin
Radiates her golden skin
Ocean water paints it wet
Varnished with a subtle sweat
Her eyes are voiced with words unspoken
Intertwining hues unbroken
Light reveals miasmal blue
And green I wish to dive into
Moving like a serpent shiver
Her touch can make a specter quiver
Yet she comes from angel dreams
And brings the warmth of evergreens
Her lips are coated with a potion
Best exampled when in motion
Hair to brush back from her eyes
Shades an ample, sultry guise
She leaves my grasp in fragrant wisps
And leaves me but a spectral kiss
The closest that she’ll come to facing…
Ownership of arms embracing
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Sheila
She's worth it.