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My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence -  to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . . 
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”

When your feeding frenzy 
 is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.

Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown, 
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.

You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . . 
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what 
eternally
sustains me.

For Deb's Contest: category Unreal

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