Aphrodite’s Child

She surfaced from the blue sea
like Aphrodite’s child in all her splendor
droplets of water sparkled on her body
as if she were covered in precious diamonds.

I walked over and offered my name
she submitted hers so willingly.

Drinks flowed overwhelmingly –
the stars shone, the moon was whole.
Passion took on a slow pace
like Ravel’s Bolero, tempting, but out of reach!

Sweat poured from both of us as the music…
became more bewitching, intensifying and wanton.
She yelled out in ecstasy for the Devil to take her
the power of the music, the room the woman –
I felt this crescendo surge me along into the notes of the music!
Taking this Aphrodite’s child.
I ravaged her like Hell…

 

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