Her breath reeks havoc on my heart,
the way it carries through a room.
My lord Aphrodite,
she could spit on my cheek and slander my name and I'll still call for her.
My ruler Aphrodite could pull my teeth from my head and I would still remain loyal.
Her hands could break me into bits,
but she would still be mine.
My goddess Aphrodite loves me though.
Lord have mercy on my heart,
on my brain,
on my soul.
She causes a disturbance in my functions where all I hear is her,
see is her,
feel is her.
My mouth speaks her name and her name only.
Aphrodite,
Aphrodite,
Aphrodite.
