Ancient sensuality marinating in Olympus shadows deep Aphrodite brewing loves potions as mortals sleep Adonis feels a pull at his glorious form Knowing this crave is beyond the norm Searching the landscape o'er hillsides, verdant green Love of mythic proportions must be felt and seen Nobel brow relaxes as eyes of blue Light upon mortal peasant new Appearing before her in a shimmering light Overcome, she responds to the splendid sight Into his arms without hesitation That this is a god, no realization Only the feeling that this must be No other lover will do, as if a decree Perfumes of Aphrodite's potions waft over the land Population boom a part of her plan Every man seen as gods, each woman a goddess No room for demurral, no one shall be modest The land feasts on lust (a welcomed treat) Some take it rocky and others neat Nine months later a sweet, soft dessert Because Aphrodite forced Greece to lift her skirt

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