One Hundred Hands Waiting to Pleasure Me
©May 2013, Mona Arizona
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Rolling hills and expansive lawns
Took me to the isolated
Grove of trees and statues of fauns.
Then, as if it could be fated,
Inside the circle of trees, I
Strolled among the ornamental
Flower beds, which seemed to rely
On their aroma and cordial
Colors to draw my attention.
A nearby stream was heard flowing
And I expected nymphs upon
The expansive grounds unknowing
It was statues of goddesses
That did attract my interest.
Love and lust of Venus and Bes
Did their best to create unrest
And to overstimulate my
He stood in a temple nearby;
The winged Eros made me antsy,
Not for his arrow but his touch.
Making my way to the temple,
Praying he would reach out and clutch
My hair and drag me in blissful
Submission to a nearby tree,
Rend my clothes from me, and take his
Pleasure, demanding yet truly
Lovingly, granting me a wish.
Before he becomes a statue
Once more, will he love me again,
And maybe more? A carnal coup…
Not even a goddess would ken.
Satiated, Eros pledges
To send a man who will love me
And who will, among the sedges,
Have a hundred hands pleasure me.