Aphrodite was fuming, did not want to attend Olympus Twelve today.
heard that her arch enemies Athena and Hera were coming their way.
these goddess hussies had started the Trojan war, had they not?
Hephaestus said “Put on your big goddess panties, and over there, trot.”
she took seashells, doves, swans, myrtles, anemones, sparrows too.
spread them around her table, and stared down those notorious two.
“There is the patron goddess of prostitutes” Hera said in a mean way.
angry now, Aphrodite resolved to sleep with Zeus before the end of day.
Amber rays; she lights up his countenance
And it greys when she's gone
But my colour is my creator's lot
When she walked by his heart
It habaneras to its rhythm
And as usual, I just enjoyed the interplay
She is Aphrodites, personified
He is her faithful fautor
And I am the created creator
But on dooms day, the creator
Shall judge not only beauty
And her fautor; but also I
Foam upon the pebbles shssh
Granting a mermaids wish
To catch the Mermans eye
And to lie a tolerant sky
To hold at the waters edge
And of their love to pledge
Blessed by Aphrodites smile
Hearts beat and idly while
Kisses taken in gentle sips
Love passed by sensual lips
Aura calm and zephyr fair
Eyes they deeply share
And soon the tides will turn
The beach they have to spurn
Hand in hand back to the deep
Each others arms to ever sleep
Lord,
We have never
Counted stars
In this
Magnificent heaven
Stars are
More beautiful
Then, the Goddess Aphrodites