Leda and the swan

So fragile and naive is her purity
When a night is too serene and still
Maturity opens the gates
To the garden of carnal desires
İN substantial divine of flesh and blood

Odourous smell of pleasure
Bleeding wounds of hunger and lust

A sudden blow of malicious wind
İ Rush on her with my beating wings
Her thighs caressed and tightened
She’s staggering
She can not resist
Her nape caught in my bill
I hold her helpless breast upon my breast
I lust for you

Shuddering body
My feathers slicing your skin
Enourmous pleasure orgasmic throws
İN my furious terror and poer

All your lust is my fire
Mortal flower
You are so marvelous

Lay its heat upon your skin
Burning divine. It’s Godlike
With your arms torturing and tearing my love

Leda, watch the feverish birth
As the seed is getting colder
An ugly creature of disgraced will never born again
Aborted by your pleasure