Mythic Mons (Revised)
With her close cropped sultry delta
Dark before my eyes so reverent,
I saw within the folds a flash of fate, An infinite, eternal Gate: A humid, hot Significant. A Mediterranean mount Of smoldering pungent readiness, A tender, tended dense triangle Shielding lips lusciously so full They were due the praise we pay to Venus. Thus, lingually lingering memories Of Woman Flesh mature and ripe And of Passion tongued and sipped From the living mythic hieroglyph Of an Aphroditic archetype!