She was a fine ethereal-lady,
so reverent, regularly
she craved
sacred knowledge
& always hungered
for my satisfaction.

Forever kneeling
with clasped hands,
she'd looked up with
her sweet butterfly-eyes,
& whisper "I love you's"
& to Eros, her thirsty-desires.

It was nearly a ritual with us,
me towering above her,
she knew I had no willpower
against the power of the gods
& her yearning pretty face.
So consistently,
I succumbed,
anointed her with
my magic-wand.

And she,
with a glitter,
a far away look in her eyes,
would swallow every drop
of love's wisdom.

O, how I miss her
fervent-prayers
& I Love You's!