The Weapon of Tongues

    He tasted of red hot spice what Ares was made up of a touch of malice yet soft centered devotion   Crimson petals curled along his lashes spewed something cynical like he was untouchable   I could feel him throughout all seasons count my fever off with heat induced licks of his tongue…

The Entanglement of Aphrodite & Ares

    Our bodies flow against the bay, the moonlight reflecting the memoirs of our past. Our secret country that led us to far off destinations - destinations of no other world - shared hearts poured into each other.   Peeling back layer upon layer, I unravel what's underneath.   I never tried to be…