An Ode to the Mighty Aphrodite
I crush on a goddessShe walks heavily on her feet,As she approaches a netted court;Her torso bounces in rhythmic beatAnd my heart sustains a petite mort. I breathe less when she is present,And I pause to study her frame;She is muscled to a greater extent,Than others of her game. She smiles and twirls with elegance,As she acknowledges the crowd;I sigh for I’m not relevant,“Sereee-naaa!” I scream out loud. Her lioness eyes often dare,And I can...