Siesta

She bade me whiff her sack of clover seed
as in the garden she had been,
collecting with her botanical greed...
to trigger some serotonin.

She was sorceress at enhancing mood
or provoking afternoon plans
wherein we are reciprocally wooed...
like surfers in their Astro Vans!  

But no surf for us, our room must do,
and so to it we both withdrew
for a senior post meridian screw
the likes of which Aphrodite knew
as she tested the love of gods, and men,
only to see them fall asleep again!