Eros

I am Eros. I am Pan
Of the unending bacchanal

I will rain down kisses
And tender caresses,
Trickling rivulets of desire
Cascading into a swollen river
Of passionate joy

I am Eros. I am Pan
Of the unending bacchanal

My currents will sweep you up
Higher and higher
To a place where only
The Erotes go to join
Till softly, gently, I'll lay you
On a beach of pristine sand
Exhausted and exhilarated

I am Eros. I am Pan
Of the unending bacchanal