Wistful Thinking

We talked, for hours, forever

She was my Aphrodite, my mini deity

Sparkling eyes and silver tipped tongue

It was when I met her my life of lust had begun

The days passed, but time stood still

This greek goddess had the looks to kill

She kept me enshrined with thoughts of possibility

Little did I know how sinful was this deity

Taunted and teased, she promised she would please

The wishing turned to wanting, I became obsessed

I was no match for this disguised goddess

We tarried for months of three, and I could not get enough of she

I was armed and ready, my battle in my mind only

She deceived me readily, no mention of the god of fire and forge

No tiny tidbit from her tempting tongue, no whispered caution for me to be won

Taunted and teased he relinquished his cleave, I was forever forged with my loneliness

The promise of possibility sunk me, even Poseidon could not save me

Aphrodite, my mini deity, left me, lustful and lonely

My mini deity, disarmed and disowned me

It was wistful thinking that lead me

Shame on me