Hark unto the fluttering wings
Beating with the flutter of my heart
Be still my Leda under the moon wane
And fear not the tower of lies burn and fall
For your love and touch I’d grant all things.
Gently caress your sweet lips with tender bill
Shuddering unto me you have your climax fill
Breast upon feathered breast
A pleasure a god can not deny
For under me you thus do lie
With milky skin finer than the feathers white
Tips brushing bare flesh divine
Lust not fear reflect in glistening eyes
such beastly love in fain protest your wordless whine
While your tender flesh press thus unto mine
Memory of Agamemnon turns to dust
As your young innocent mind gives into pleasures lust
With each gentle thrust you quake and quiver
As your heart pierces with love’s arrow silver
And thus quiet all your sorrow
Though may be a Nemesis tomorrow
Your warm wanting flesh today tells another tale
Breathing heavily with every touch of soft feathered quill.
Leda and the Swan comes from Greek mythology. In the myth, Zeus came to Leda in the form of a Swan. In some forms Zeus raped or seduced Leda on the same night she slept with her husband. Whereas this story seems violent, it is often depicted as a scene of passion and unbridled love in which a god falls for a mortal woman’s beauty and in turn a mortal woman falls into animal passion with a creature that is not human. It is from this tale that it is one often associates Swans with love.