*chuckle* ...that she made love with the muse Erato last night and now must have a poet to receive what she carries if she is to win back her freedom from the desire no mortal lover can pacify... You'll paint 'ore me what you wish my boy, ...see mother mistress lover toy... and smile to think you've seen my all ...warm woman fertile fair and tall... who'll heat your midnight winter dream ...caress of fire spill'd sugar'd cream... but I say to you oh handsome lad ...proud man of Athens logic clad... think not to sway my siren's heart ...conniving bold cruel Hera's part... with deeds of war and hoarded gold ...tokens torn from Hades' hold... of these I've borne a gluttons fill ...empty echoed sterile shill... so reach for me if think you must ...make safe your heart, safer trust... in honest hope of hearth and home ...adventure sated ne'er to roam... where we might dwell in cottage walls ...and laugh my love for all who call.
Thanks guys... until you've actually met Erato you can't know what a delight it is to find an image that awakens her gift.
She has the anti-Medusa effect with me I think! Instead of turning me to stone, she melts my heart! Absolutely stunning portrait to say the least! Her charisma level is through the roof and one perfect shot conveys this quite well! Absolutely incredible!