Silky Slip

He searched for God and found
a Goddess, waiting there for him.
The moon and stars outshone the sun
The morning light seemed dim.

The angels sang within her eyes
and there, the early morning skies
awakened deep within.

Satin soft, the morning dew
was warm and sweet and rich.
Velveteen, the soft, sweet grass
enchantingly bewitched

One tender kiss, a silky slip,
and he was born again...

? Michaelette ?

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