With gorgeous, silky, wavy hair
Sparkling eyes that you wouldn't dare
to look away, for she
is Aphrodite.
Dainty hands, oiled so sweetly
Her mouth moves beautifully,
smiling cunningly with brains
that remains
etched into your mind,
never far behind.
A voice that coos and whispers
suggestively into your ears.
Pulling you in
like silk upon your skin.
Delivering messages you long
to hear, even if it's wrong.
For she is the goddess of love;
You will fall, indeed. From high above.
You thought you were strong?
Oh no, honey, you're wrong.
Even the strongest heroes
have kneeled to the throes
of love. So how could a mere
mortal like you would sneer
at what she could do?
People have died because of love. It's true.
She twists your mind
all around,
become her slave, yes,
it's a beautiful mess.
With her perfect body,
curves in all the right places. Even I'd readily
jump out just to feel her godly touch.
For love, it's never too much.
Her whole being embraces
what romance could do to people in places.
Whether it's your mind or anatomy,
she revels in being your enemy.
For she is love, and she knows
that this is what you chose.
It is love and
she has won.
-m.b