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LEDA,
After Rainer Maria Rilke (c. 1910)
Zeus, always needy for sex,
Readying with whatever trick at hand,
Any ploy he thought might work,
He wanted that girl,
He wanted her real bad.
Yet when he became swan,
The landscape of his attire, the white,
It blinded him, and for the moment,
The god stopped, he had to orient himself.
And she, she knew what was in store,
Oh yea, some gal! No question about it.
She desired the experience,
She always sought a role in history.
Her vanity, big time,
She lived in era before acknowledgement,
She had no idea, the seven deadly sins.
The swan suddenly returned to his purpose.
He lowered his neck and his head,
Right through her open arms,
No resistance there, and his bill,
After it kissed her breast,
It easily reached around her neck.
His wings encased both her arms to the shoulders.
Once he entered her,
When he released himself,
He recognized oh how delightful
The feathers, the feel of his feathers,
And verily he became swan in her loins.
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