Grapes Of Aphrodite Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

I go into the mystic bliss
She calls me from her thighs
Her golden walk like birth
Led by pheromones
Submission to the source
Pleasure like a breeding rainbow
Flowers in the garden
Springs of wet slavery to Sandra


Smitten by a twenty eight day cycle
Red the color of passion
Moonlight nectar
I drink and become wise
She flows like a volcano
The sweet moan of full release
Divine Femininity is ecstasy
I drink the grapes of Aphrodite