Northern goddess, tigress
Her dress is your body or less...
If you meet her, you'll melt
Northen goddess, a kitten
A snow-flake, so little
Be grace and chase...
Northen goddess
You think, she is cold
But inside is volcanos erupt
No doubt...
She is yours or seems to be
Cause you feel her
You know her voice...
You guess her music
You melt in each other
As in a smoothy...
Smoothy paradise!
Northern Goddess
© Copyright: Мария Влчкова Жигулина, 2011
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