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(((...And They Call You Apollo...)))

The night beats

It's heart in

Pulsations of rhythm...

Over breathess overtones

Of pent up desire...

Thumping heavily

'Cross heaving breasts...

And longing tongues

Of sheer antiscipation...

The taste of you-relentless

In it's longing...

You-'A Gift Of The Muses'

Their most splendid creation

...And they call you: 'Apollo'...

Dedicated to the Mythical God Of:
Medicine, Poetry and Beauty-

Originally written: September 7,2009

Repost Date: November 27,2011

By: Theodora Onken

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You my dear are a Goddess that Apollo should kneel before