I am an Olympian,
An icon veiled in honey,
A statue, supple and soft,
And delicate, yet sunny.

A warm and yielding presence,
Lush curves in sweet excess,
A form the stars designed
To cradle and caress.

When you kneel at my altar,
You do not touch my skin,
You touch a sacred daughter,
The secrets deep within.

I'm made of earth and moonlight,
And stories never told,
Desires claimed at first sight,
Unsorry, daring, bold.

Your own personal goddess,
The marble melts to flesh,
A silent, whispered promise,
Of lace, and silk, and mesh.

So come, do not be nervous,
Lay bare your hidden fire;
What stirs beneath your surface?
What is your true desire?