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.