To walk across the small hills
and succulent valleys of your body
is to know the wonders of the gods.
Your taste is nothing short of ambrosia,
your mouth, the eternal spring from which
the essence of love is created.
What wonderful task have I achieved,
to be deserving of this beauty;
This reward of grace?
Are you real?
Do you know the magic dormant and still,
within your eyes;
those wondrous gems of light?
Beauty such as yours can only be found
on the crests of Olympus.
Created to entice those of us,
who are close to Pan.
Molded by Isis,
blessed by Aphrodite,
beautiful nymph,
small Goddess of light and
sensual fury,
take my hand.
Show me the passion of the gods;
the ancient secrets of Eros
that can only be seen
from the lofty heights of Ecstacy.
Mystical and magickal Being,
I am yours forever.