The Song of Aphrodite

I have chosen You. Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me… Whisper to me your longings, and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath. I shall take you to places where only gods and goddesses roam. Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you... Be thankful to the Fates that it is you I have chosen. I have sprung forth from Ocean's foam, but we shall churn that sea... Flowers at my feet would pale to the flowers that spring forth from my heart How I know too well that my eyes mesmerize A twinkle from the windows of my soul and I know I have captured you. I would gladly take off these necklaces ‘round my supple neck if it means that your lips trail soft kisses instead… I would happily unclasp these brooches in my hair, and let my flowing tresses tickle your gorgeous face and body, as I take my turn to adorn you with my kisses. I shall discard these golden robes made by the Kharites and the Horai and reveal my nubile body for you to explore with your eyes… …with your hands with your lips… Let the Seasons be forgotten, as we move to only know of Love. I have chosen You. Sweet and handsome mortal, Come to me… August 5, 2010