Eros

Ravenous, slivering my desire begotten of He, divine patron rests upon Olympus.
Who is that I can not know, or any woman aims my lust? What lesson speaketh thee, of such wisdom He expects, whilst I’m crowded by such a vigorous devotion?

Whoever they may be, either fine or tall, man or woman, they cannot be free of me; thence my eyes swept and full of worth, I late implored who warmed my bed. Free hereafter he chooses, blighted whence he’s had me, ruined forever since we’ve bedded.

Somber stretches frowns and wistful yearning light their eyes, but not for I spent the night within their pleasures, and joined only then we’ve done, eager for someone else thereafter.

Fickle mortal’s bred, laid upon their sofa’s weeping, missing passion for my absent affection. And late I come to whisper, enslaving hearts and faithful collars, heading sure my willful cause for such as then, my perfect flight. Unable to shine on this perfection, as rich their claim may see their immortal. For one cannot satisfy too many, such as always I’ve called my sin.

So refined I shake my head, unable to give them peace as their calamity strikes their dread, to accept mine insatiable habit. But I’ve never let them down my love, for my want and smile hath overstepped my fair grounds as always dear. But no one lasts forever, as forever may be their life’s end; whilst I finally mature to ever truly embrace them.

Have I not brandished thee ever faithful? With sweet scented photographs kept beyond my memory. The wispy peaks of Olympus engross themselves, wanton for my gathered muse’s lust as our mating ritual makes it steam. Can I gift you any more than thus, and please you sincerely in my best?

Such languid colors reap though you turn away in pain, yet stubborn that it’s not me. What caused this diffident thinking or the sordid nature of our different kinds….That a night made of our sweet harmony could lead you toward your greed and such eternity?

Answer thine own heart, and please as one another cannot be convinced. For no God shall wander in your presence thereafter, whence singled out our melodious find. But for your grace and pleasant beauty, you’re heart’s are too kind.