Leda and the Swan - Shallow Rivers

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