Eros was upon me,
prancing on my stomach with feet cloaked in slipped leather,
Tongue flicking between lips. Shiny and red
like a fresh fruit in the Garden of Eden.
Those small, glowing eyes,
Shining and silver like pearls from Yucatán's waters,
Sly and cunning, yet appropriate so
as they draw me in to another state of hypnosis.
Falling straight as a mighty oak in a lightning storm,
unable to stand to Mother Nature's worst moments;
Blond locks were those bolts
resting on my bare body, a pertinent tease.
The sea air is lovely--if this is where Venus were born
from the foam and shells and sand
Perhaps I could understand why she was the
Goddess of love and desire.