armless

The Venus de Milo had always seemed cold and hard to Vincenzo. He stood in the museum and stared at her fiercely and without love, daring her to be something more than she was.  After five minutes Vincenzo tried to turn away but he found that he could not move - not even an eyelid.  He was weighty as stone but he could still see the Venus de Milo before him.  She, on the other hand, had become pliant and mobile. Her curves now undulated, and she moved towards him with a smile on her wet and luscious lips.  The fact that she had no arms didn't matter at all.  She seduced him with her body, and Vincenzo would have been weak at the knees if they hadn't been turned to marble.
Then in a fictional flash all was as it had been before.  The statue was back on her plinth and Vincenzo's body was once more loose and flabby.  Inside, however, he was a new man, realising now the power of the goddess of love who, even without arms, could bring down the defences of the most heavily armoured heart.