Leda and the Swan

Leda bends, she sways,

the agonizing pain,

the puriant pleasure.

Wings pressing her delicate thighs

opening them in a blurry of white.

Closer he enfolds,

she finds but scant will to fend.

She leans to his need, his nature.

A delicious invasion.

Zeus leaves his seed indifferently.

The queen of Sparta, alert to his flight beyond.

Twins moan in the womb,

Leda weeps aloud.