On her way to neptune
From the Cryptic Boulders,
Sheathed in Emerald Satin,
Thy Nyphed, Prinked,
In White Shimmering Silk.
Glowing under Splendid Sun,
Blushes, as She Gushes,
To meet Her Lover.
She, a Siren!
Of Elan and Grace.
Prude, She may be,
Proud, She may be.
She, triggers
A Piece of Peace,
Piece of Pulchritude,
Piece of Pristine,
Hidden in Heavy Heart.
Dancing, She goes,
Undulating, Caressing.
Coquettishly!
On Her way to meet
And Kiss
The Supreme 'Neptune'.
- Sheera Betnag in Detroit, MI, USA
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