Innocent she prides herself not,
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this goddess waits patiently in the garden
of aching hope, of ultimate desire
for the beast to make his move.
Take her away to his underworld
of darkness and innermost secrets.
Make her his slave of intemperate passion.
Possess her, consume her,
kill her past and resurrect her soul.
And when his head lies on her shoulder,
breathing her lavender hair,
his body shuddered by her soft whisper,
his spirit barren by her smile,
he knows he has her
and to him and only him
she will surrender.