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The room was full of distant voices and flinging gestures
Being new I surged into the crowd of souls seeking only one
Surrounding by pastel yellows, fainted red, and dulled orange
I spied in the distance a mysterious translucent aura
Then there leaning against a wall with drink in hand
Was the image of Aphrodite beckoning me, drawing me toward her,
Draping her seductive shoulders lay a loosely buttoned sheer cyan blouse
Barely hiding her pert, stiffened, rounded womanly breasts
Clad to her curvaceous hips she wore a tight, short blue skirt,
From which her long, golden legs pulled my soul closer yet
They were covered only by a pair of thinly strapped sandals,
Accented by her succulent, painted toes causing my blood to begin to rage
Now, standing before her I peered deeply within her mesmerizing eyes,
Each bore a gentile sea of blue surrounding depths unknown by most
Her eyes bore the wisdom of Athena while projecting the Egyptian Goddess Anget
Slowly, her supple lips parted, then curled proposing a smile, while presenting me a “wink”
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