New Venus
I have seen the Paphos
Birthplace of Venus
There waves rise and smile
Beauty soars to skies
Nymphet, walk at the beach
Your rounds are self-speech
Soon you'll be Aphrodite
Like Anahita, and Mithras
Keep walking; don't dress
That body shan't oppress
Under wool, under silk
Lovely stature, let it speak.
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