Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


A Compass Of Lust


The voluptuous curves of Aphrodite
Erected on the soil of the earth
As each fiber is dipped in molten bronze
Tempered under the golden sun
And meticulously woven
To a tapestry of a goddess
To bequeath an unmatched perfection
To the eyes of the servile
As her dazzling aura lubricates the soul
With torrents of undiluted passion
As her mythical dimensions
Tango the eyes to tides of dulcet pleasure
As her tempestuous presence
Resurrects within an inbred eroticism
As a queen in luscious coats of tanned caramel
Renders the heart a compass – a compass of lust!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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