Long golden trusses
Touched by Athena’s fingers
Her aroma fills the air
A fragrance that always lingers
Cheeks as soft as rose petals
Newly plucked from their stems
And prevails upon heaven and earth
Surrounded by only good omens
Lips as full as ripened plums
Desiring to be licked and enjoyed
She holds her heart in confidence
Emotions not to be toyed
