Den of the She-Wolf
Perhaps we have loved before
in the Lupanar of Pompei
goddess of Priapus
the overseer
of the fertile garden
commanded me.
We perspired upon pillows
stuffed with reeds
feathers and straw
most unwitting lady
whispered to me
"You will be Priapus!"
Content within you
likeness of dedicated fruit
made love into real fruit
worn lascivious acts
woman of well-borne grapes
dark skinned lady enraged with lust.
Stars may rise and set
but the light within us has set
night becomes one long dream
I now desire for 1000 more kisses
dark goddess of Priapus
from where Romulus and Remus
suckled the milk of the she-wolf...
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
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