Aphrodite,
in a nightie,
rises from the wine-dark foam,
twirling tresses,
and undresses,
ready for each chromosome
which the goddess,
bare of bodice,
must accept, like Eve venereal,
from the source of
gods, by force of
sexual habits so Cythereal.
11/5/03
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