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Agean FantasyThe smile on his face was mischievous and the gods favored us tonight. When he winked there was little question - we would feast near Artha where Mercury's Rod offered light:  Anointing my body with oil as a lyre stood at our feet I ignored other handsome servants and slid a dark grape down his scythian sheath. Sighing with godlike esctacy while loosening my robe he touched my sword while pondering, "Could any Olympians be more bold?" Approaching the fiery hairs near his pillars I prayed to Hercules for strength then entering his harbor dropped anchor & gave thanks. |
