Stephrodite - Poem by Raymond Finnegan
to be the blood that rushes
veIns. to be that close to her heart.
pumping me in.
its constant, careful beating...
i am an infinite amount of hands
within her body.
my bLOod becomes hers,
a rescue to my heart;
from my blood,
that trembles enough to shake a myriad of galaxies
at the thought of her
pushing it to the very limits.
liVE in her touch,
a satisfaction no creator can quench.
STabilizEs the heavens!
she is a
P rofound beauty
in a realm
among god's and goddesses,
tH! at the almighty
was not aware
of such exquisite beauty!
she arrived, undetected, a gift from the stars
an undeniable, unexplainable truth of my Goddess Stephrodite.
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