The last abomination
It was classic fornication
The embodiment of lust
Herself to me she did entrust

And the highest of the Elders
Watched with horror from their shelters
As I took with much delight
Her silken body from the night

With the shadowing of dusk
I smelled her woman-scented musk
As her body gave to shiver
Her sweet moans began to quiver

And I gazed upon her face
Locked in passionate embrace
Her fervor like a pyre
Set my tortured soul afire

Then with waves of raging pleasure
Aphrodite bid Her treasure
Her body glistened brightly
As I held her to me tightly

But as she lay a-sleeping
My soul was softly weeping
For I realized my blunder
As the dawn would bring a sunder

In the morning wet with dew
She bade my broken heart ado
Never more to feel her touch
The gentle maiden in my clutch

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