They’d seek this Goddess with their claws—boys and girls with weakest jaws—such fawning losers burned at stake and found themselves at heaven’s gates. The Queen had come to town at last in claim of whole; her mighty lass. Bodies should not look so svelte—her Goddess proved the one to melt. Those ways her curves were used in dance would have the Queen tear off her pants. She’d show it off to outer space the way this Goddess gave her face. To lose herself and find again. To seek the heart and pound a win. A Queen would take her mind and breast—that would be that—they’d give the rest.
