Aphrodite

She is no mortal woman,

She is Aphrodite herself,

She has to be,

Her beauty unmatchable,

With eyes of deep emerald green,

And bistre brown hair,

Her skin pure ivory porcelain,

Her cheeks replaced with soft red roses,

Her breasts soft mounds on the wondrous landscape that is her body,

As I look at her,

I am shot by the arrow of her son Cupid,

The arrow finds its target as easily as she has captured my heart,

Oh if only she would have me,

And take me to be her lover,

Forever and always,

I bow down to you,

And bask in all of your radiance,

My Goddess of beauty,

Aphrodite.

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Atirah Jewel