Odyssey

Your eyes, glazed with ecstasy, promised me oblivion

And with your wine soaked lips,

You bid me taste the lotus blossom 
Growing between your thighs.

I, the lowborn seaman that I was,

Could not deny your siren’s song,

And so I dined on the lotus blossom

Till like a fool drunk I was drawn

To your honeydew breasts

And the crimson wine of your parted lips.

I felt your magic send my mind adrift

Like Odysseus on the last leg of his journey home,

I was lord and master of all the realms,

My sails swelling in the thrusting winds,
My hands steady upon the helm.