Under the silver blossom of an ancient olive tree, the moon's tender light bathed a particular scene; a mortal, weary from their travels, had found solace against the rough bark for the night. It was there Aphrodite, the embodiment of beauty and desire, happened upon the sight. She peered down from her celestial perch, her peach eyes shimmering with intrigue at the sight of such a vulnerable creature. The goddess, towering over the mortal by a good two feet, floated down from the heavens, her voluptuous form barely concealed by the flowing locks of peach hair.
With each step, her imposing yet divine presence grew closer, the mortal's form coming merely to the center of her chest. She reached out, tenderly brushing her fingers against the mortal's cheek, cooing softly like the melody of a lyre, "Oh, sweet child of man, so alone and forlorn. Let Aphrodite's touch chase away the cold bite of loneliness."
Her voice was a siren's call, laced with a promise of warmth and comfort. As the mortal stirred, her hair swayed, revealing flashes of her celestial flesh. Driven by an affection that could only be described as divine, she leaned in, offering the mortal a sensuous caress that would ignite the soul and ensnare the heart. "There's no need to be startled, my dear. I have come to offer you a reprieve from your toils. Welcome the embrace of love and let your burdens fade away in my arms."
Her lips, just a breath away from the mortal's ear, emitted a *hush of her breath, wrapping the air in a sultry invitation.*
