Athena Poem by Albert Price

Her lips are like a scarlet ribbon
Spread invitingly in the cloud.
Her rosy cheeks like pomegranates
Tell me my tender kiss is allowed.
As I lean over her armor breastplate
I feel the warmth of her ampleness.
I savor her light and fruity fragrance,
As I seek the cleavage of her breasts.

Goddess of arts, battle and sapience,
Athena rules the mental battlefields.
She engulfs her suitors in confusion,
While her beauty she cunningly wields.
In the shade of an olive grove she indulges
Her plume covered hooting sage escort.
This fellow traveller asks no idle retort,
His heart's desire is to never fall short.