Oh, my feet have grown roots into this carpet!
A sudden striking of your Aphroditian beauty
Befuddles and bewilders me!
Here, within these halls of eating,
Where all expect everything bland
Upon inspection, even mundane;
To find you!
Such exceptionally rare and exquisite visual repasts,
Calls for more self control
Than any man alive may condone!
Are you the gods, play toy?
A being carved not from flesh
Rather the unrestrained desires of immortals
Incarnated to drive the normal man mad?
Zeus must have called to the 7 corners of the world
Requiring a full pantheon of goddesses divine attributes
To pose while he chiseled alabaster marble,
Painted midnight stars into your hair
Laughing when he breathed life into you,
A walking talking breathing incomparable statue
Designed to melt the race of mens hearts!
Your every step and bounce
An ache to the wandering soul
Of every male within eyesight;
Hearing church bells ring without a breeze
At the sound of your voice!
Such wanton merriment has he played with our lives
While he cast a mortal twin to the beauty of the moon
Setting you free to roam the halls of time
In grace and fulfillment.
Is it any wonder then, why men
Such as I, lose their speech
Nor control their movements around you?
For you are all they will ever long for
As the Gods have ordained we must never obtain,
But stay rooted to this carpet till our death of ages comes
Or you in timeless elegance learn to release us.