She rises with foam, they say
In her beauty, your heart would sway
Lust for all and flesh to elite
Never once, she settled for the petite
In the battle of wisdom, love and fidelity
She stole the show, ah! She Ravishing beauty
In tandem dawned the Trojan, by and for love
Little did Paris know what was hanging above
Immortal she is, her beauty would never fray
For those who crave, her song would play
With no control on what your hormones expedite
If you haven’t got it yet, her name is Aphrodite
Be it Helen of the Mycenaean age
Or a mere goon with haphazard rage
With love she would forever play
Enticed, you will plead her to stay
But with foam she raises they say
Like foam she would vanish to your dismay.
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For those who crave, her song would play
With no control on what your hormones expedite
If you haven’t got it yet, her name is Aphrodite
Be it Helen of the Mycenaean age
Or a mere goon with haphazard rage
With love she would forever play
Enticed, you will plead her to stay
But with foam she raises they say
Like foam she would vanish to your dismay.
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