Constant tides of sweating humanity
Surge around her hallowed feet
In eddies and whorls, as she stands there
Longing for Zephyr's breath
Stirring white froth into endless play,
Helpless yet proud, sure in her femininity.
The phantasmagoria, the dream personified
As the opalescent sheen of flawless, marbled skin,
Causes strong-blooded males
To break out into instant sweat.
So they don't mind the nominal fee,
The burgeoning crush, for the rush
Of their own blood overwhelms their heads.
The clicks and whirrs, as flashes
Of fifty frames per second preserve the memories of
Caressing her helpless beauty with mesmerized eyes
From every majestic angle conceivable.
Her marble-smooth veins make the air crackle,
With every new arrival breathless
At the thought of the moment
Her heavy robe would finally slip down
Leaving her proudly bare.
She can't help a secret smile, for she lost her arms
Centuries ago, yet innate pride holds her robe up
A flowing, inviting train sweeping centuries of men
Along in its wake, spiraling through time
Nearing its end while gods, dreaming of
Mutual combustion, prime their strategies
To win her hand
While foolish mortals endlessly stream around,
Caressing her, the only way allowed.
