Mythic Mons

                                                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!