Wistful thinking
We talked, for hours, forever
She was my Aphrodite, my mini deity
Sparkling eyes and silver tipped tongue
It was when I met her my life of lust had begun
The days passed, but time stood still
This greek goddess had the looks to kill
She kept me enshrined with thoughts of possibility
Little did I know how sinful was this deity
Taunted and teased, she promised she would please
The wishing turned to wanting, I became obsessed
I was no match for this disguised goddess
We tarried for months of three, and I could not get enough of she
I was armed and ready, my battle in my mind only
She deceived me readily, no mention of the god of fire and forge
No tiny tidbit from her tempting tongue, no whispered caution for me to be won
Taunted and teased he relinquished his cleave, I was forever forged with my loneliness
The promise of possibility sunk me, even Poseidon could not save me
Aphrodite, my mini deity, left me, lustful and lonely
My mini deity, disarmed and disowned me
It was wistful thinking that brought me here
Shame on me