Ares, God of War on His throne, with Nike, Goddess of Victory in His lap,
After a night of planning battles and making love, They needed a nap.
The fire in the hearth, lingers on, across the cold dark audience hall,
Underneath the huge gilded mirror hung over the mantle on the wall.
Ares studies their reflection in the mirror with a handsome but devious grin.
He's so proud of His Conquest of Victory, Herself and all the battles She helps Him to win.
He gently plays with a long tress of Her hair that has fallen across his chest.
'Yes,' He reluctantly admits to Himself, She is His favorite conquest.
Victory dreams on, smiling in Her sleep, in War's lap, on His throne.
She dreams of the way He kisses Her and makes Her moan.
"Victory," Ares barks like he's lecturing a wayward warrior, "Wake up, now!"
She leaps from His lap to say, "Lord Ares, how may I serve you?" with a bow.
He grins that devious grin again, and pulls Her back to His chair.
He kisses Her roughly, tangling His strong fingers in Her hair.
She laughs a bit as He pauses and loosens His grip.
"What is so funny, Victory?" He asks running His thumb across her lip.
She rolls Her eyes and says, "Just the funny way you show me, you love me, as much as I love you."
"Oh... I do love you too, but let me show you with some more of those funny things I do…"
