My real name is Elysia.
Clothed in flower petals,
I ruffle in the wind.
Scented with ambrosia,
my hair glints in the sun.
Walking through my palace,
every step a choreographed dance.
My ethereal self—
every man's fantasy.
I exude sex.
You can smell it
as the breeze rustles by me
The men come to me
drawn by that scent
They try to seduce me
but it is I that seduces them
with my scent
my dance,
my thighs,
my hips
and the rise of my breast.
My skin, like cream
ripples under his touch.
He runs his finger along my breast
I sigh
and run my hand along his waist
as his tanned skin pickles at my touch
his lips skim across my body
tasting every sweet inch
I rise to his touch in perfect unison
I feel him as a part of me
it completes me
validates my maker
and satisfies that desire
