She can't resist to still her globe
Right upon Endymion's chamber in the cave,
Through its hole her light escapes
It can't be helped if he is silvered by her praise.
Her sight is pinned to those bulking shoulder blades
And strong neck which bear a handsome face,
Lips amorous as ripe tomatoes,
Cheeks painted with life at the peak,
Those vigorous eyes which holds a spell
Enchants warmth in her otherwise cold heart.
Those brawny arms echoed his might,
She's its witness as he killed those hordes of fox
Sneaking at his sleeping sheep
The other night when she is in her waxing state.
The bulging chest, the sculpted abs,
And the sinews in his thighs
Makes her think if he's a statue
Sculp'd by Phidias living in disguise,
But he is indeed a living art which excites
humanity and female deities.
Though they're heaven and earth apart
There's still a way which they can mate
He must just not forget to sleep naked
It's the only way she can embrace him
When, in his quiescent grace at night
Her desire is spilled in lucent lights
For only in dreams they can make love.
