You, suave and sweet and full of reckless words,
are aware of the way you sacrifice

me into Aphrodite’s volcano,
your hand sparking friction and raising blood.

You, talented with your saccharine lips,
offspring of Zeus’s sneaky affairs, try

my patience and bend my paper-thin spine
in your flush-inducing hunt for warm skin.

Your scent, whispering heated fantasies,
keeps me awake on the hottest of nights.

Greek statues bow to your supreme physique,
ashamed of their bones in comparison.

You aim to drown me in dark desires,
but, defiantly, I will swim to shore.