I Think Of A Goddess Long Ago

I think of a goddess long ago
As your hair does flow,
Oh so slow,
And softly, over my hand.

Do you know
what power you command
Of pleasure and despair
When your hair
Swishes, against my hand?

In Egypt Isis slipped
Away,
But your hair
Does demand
In me a stare
Today

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K Morris – Poet