ensnared

    Sappho, you wrote it for her didn’t you? You couldn’t resist when those mahogany eyes landed on yours. They must’ve been the embodiment of the earth, matted soil, yet spring blossoms threaded onto her branches. She would sing her muses to you, put you up on a pedestal, shower you with her praises.…

First of The Red Hot Lovers

    I liked to think of you as Ares how tenacious and potent you are   The moment you first held me in your arms I had felt more beauty and fervor than Aphrodite herself   Such spite she blooms for you   The suns not even the brightest stars amounted to the perfect…