Bathsheba baths in milk, a creamy veil,
A soothing dip, your skin detailed.
Moonlit glow, in ethereal grace,
A dreamlike scene the moon's embrace.
A goddess bathes in oceans made of milk,
Bathsheba's face it doesn't age, a face
a mask, few women dare to wear.
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