Aphrodite A Goddess embodied to me you seem to be That Muse of passion in Lovers that I see. She whose glances hold fate in lovers chances Am I this mortal worthy of such fancy's? Mistress of Mistresses fonder off their feet Teaser of tongues which always skips a beat That force of nature drawing lovers deep. Sweet Aphrodite, smiling eyes & all to you I whisper when enthralled I call Trembling lips & aching loins. Racing blood the sweat runs warm. Arching backs with fingers searching we peak as one souls transcending. Inflamed with desire to make this goddess mine Truly this task, a torture divine. (copyrighted, Twist)
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