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Purified and perfumed the midnight hour neared;
I prayed to the goddess and there she appeared!
Splendid in turquoise as reflecting coral pools;
neon Gothic gorgeousness, bedecked in silver jewels.
Veiled in the moon light to reveal her curvy fashion;
sturdy warrior woman, perspiring with passion.
And lo! I began to worship a tempest to the weathers;
kissing her thighs, breasts and neck beneath her fuchsia feathers.
Drifting through the eathyrs, the dance of rhythmic motion;
shaman, medicine woman offers up a Eucharistic amrita potion.
A Typhoon is released blissful bursting as a grape is squeezed;
don't fret this Set so regal that King Apophis would be pleased.
Ah ha! Thou art Nephthys with your sassy, sexy sauce;
I adore you mighty priestess, order balancing chaos.
copyright 2019
Sir Mark
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