I went to Greece for rest and relaxation,
But two goddesses stirred my fascination.
The sea called softly, a sapphire tease,
But Mina and Zoe were harder to please.

We cooked and laughed, a Dionysian delight,
Then slipped from day into velvet night.
Their kisses tasted of wine and flame,
Each whisper low, each breath my name.

Zoe moved like a siren’s song,
With lips that knew where they belonged.
Mina’s touch, a storm contained —
Soft at first, then unrestrained.

We lay on linens kissed by sun,
Three hearts pounding, beating as one.
Their fingers roamed, their mouths explored,
And every gasp left me begging for more.

Mina atop me, hips in sway,
Zoe’s tongue tracing a lustful ballet.
They devoured me slow, divine and wild,
Goddesses made flesh, fierce and styled.

The moon watched on, envious and still,
As we bent time to match our will.
No prayers were spoken, yet we were blessed,
In Mina and Zoe, I found my rest