Medusa and the Argonaut

Medusa and the Argonaut

     Medusa captivates the curious Argonaut with her smoky Greek brogue whose music is like the best song of Calliope wooing her man. “Hi ho, explorer of the far seas of Oceanus. Whither goes thou sailor?”
     “The legend of your gaze precedes you. I have heard of your snake tresses and shall not follow the ones who have fallen into your spell only to turn into the marble like a Doric column upon the Acropolis.”
     “Oh, prithee I shall not cast such a spell on a brawny man like you who has so much more to offer my female flower than to decorate my boudoir as a statue made of marble. Look into my eyes and feel the bliss of the thousand suns in my soul.”
     “Though you seek to seduce me into the web of your spell I shall not cast my gaze upon your orbs. For the smoky bondage of your alchemy shall not be my fate.”
    “The only aspect of your manliness I seek to harden is the obelisk that brings women their deepest pleasure. Give unto me your look and envision the beauty of my form that transcends my reptilian locks. There is so much more to me than my history.”
     “The harp song of your voice is sweet but not one I would soon succumb to. You say that your intention is to bring me into that state of tumescence that is already overtaking me. Is your lilt a love potion or a siren song from hell?”
     “Here I shall bring you into the fullness of love’s sweet touch.”
     “Witch of a thousand woes. How dare thou attempt to sweeten me into capitulation. Dost thou not realize that even the sirens could not tempt me to my doom?”
     “Of course they couldn’t. But mine is an allure beyond all of those sea nymphs. Feel my hand encompass you like a woman to a man. Fate will take the only possible course with thee and me.”
     “I feel myself succumbing to your evil spell. Please, cease and desist. Your skin is warm like a tepidarium. And my body is trembling but my eyes are closed. I beg of thee, do not turn me into a statue in your collection. If thy need my brawn upon your butter let it be with my eyes eclipsed.”
     “Do you doubt that I have control over my magic? And my snakes don’t bite. Though I may nip you on the neck to add to your pleasure.  Here let me help you.” She touches his eyelid with her fingertips and presses them open.
    “I see you clearly and yet the only hardness is in my lower limb.”
     “You see, my wickedness doesn’t always involve making men a part of my statuary collection. Though I am a magic girl I like my jollies too. The vipers in my hair aren’t poisonous either contrary to legend.”
     “My rock is heavy with your slippery promise. But will your change your mind after the deed is done?”
     “In anticipation of our frolic I have signed a pact with Zeus. See it is on this scroll in my hand. If you turn to granite so shall I. Canst thou trust me
now?”
     “You have assuaged my worries.”
     “Then, let not your fears guide you but rather that bough you bear so boldly.”