"i have found a lover in my lush garden."
he is my persephone.
persephone: the greek goddess of flowers and death. the manifestation of beauty and grace, a dark ethereal being so otherworldly lethal that even the god of of the dead trembles in her wake.
"i shiver as he walks past me, letting myself float in hid silver-coated aura of life and death. something stirs deep inside of me: an emotion so ancient it was born long before the gods breathed life into the mortal realm. i am torn between finally giving in to the dangerous flame of desire that consumes my soul, or letting the fluttering beat of my heart fill me with anxiety.
my cheeks heat up, painted the colour of the blood red roses that sit upon his silky hair, a tumble of loose ebony curls. i admire his flawless body, so perfect it appears to be sculpted out of crystal by gaia herself.
oh, my persephone, what more can i say?
i love you.
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