Afrodita
Arms wide open,
right hand cradling a wine glass,
her left, fingers delicately curling,
thumb and forefinger touching gently
around a grape stem.
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White skin contrasting the shadows,
her table is illuminated, crowded with
baskets of berries, packets of sugar,
and round, ripe fruit.
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Her gaze, though lowered,
is essentially seductive;
admiring a wide, deep bowl,
filled with dark molasses.
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The scene, not salacious,
but aphrodisiacal,
conjures a craving,
though not thirsting,
to join with that scene;
to consume and be consumed;
to take part in this experimentation of sweetness,
to forget all else and
engage in innocent expressions of sensuality,
to marvel in the sensory combinations created.
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As all senses unify in one moment,
you are sacrificed to pure sensation,
and then without another thought,
submit to your baser instincts.
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The goddess does not judge,
only acknowledges how it is so
that she exists to entice,
understanding of her place.