Aphrodite’s Kiss

She is porcelain
smoother than fine silk.
Staring into eternity
a goddess with no shame.

Were she more than stone,
but truly skin & bones
she’d leave me smitten
from one wet kiss.

She might offer her curves
for my hands to explore
but her heart remains hidden
behind those indigo eyes.

The picture of sculpted seduction 
In my mind’s yearning fancy 
she succumbs to my caress
our affair poetry in motion

Caught between lust and wonder
her smile teases me with intrigue. 
Fetching passion soaked with desire 
left musing of trysts gone by.

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