A man with Venus in his mount.
Paula Robels Nettel
Nothing you give away,
shades reflected,
heterogeneously deceiving
those inconclusive silhouettes,
but that, of your manly grip
Venus ruling your mount.
I can’t enslave my mind,
to debauched fantasies,
although I admit I lust
the idea of such man's grip.
Nothing you give away,
but all is given out, tiny strip,
the golden girdle that confines
the path that you must walk.
The story could never repeat itself,
these beautiful tempting blue eyed ones,
I am no longer afraid of me,
the tempting road, only once I walked…
But my mind is free to fly,
and mull over the secrets
of a man with Venus ruling in his mount.
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