Don't call me your Aphrodite
Make me your Kali
Your Oshún
Your Ishtar
Your Isis
Your Oya
Your Sedna
Your Uma
Your Lakshmi
There's no going back
Once you've tasted me
One day
I will cause hurricanes
And spin you in my tornados
The next
I will send a smooth breeze
And you will take me in again
There is magic in my touch
And fire in my kiss
Air in my sighs
An ocean rhumbas deep within me
There is thunder in these small thighs
Lightening bolts in my dark eyes
And electricity that runs
As deep as poetry
Tell me
Which goddess do you dare to make me?
© L.A. Fraser
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