Stopping to sip from the spring, I bent my head and regarded my future. True love had never shown itself so quickly. I stared into eyes the deepest blue of the great sea. I ached to touch and stroke the flaxen hair curled and coiffed by nature and youth. Lips as full as a woman's, a shade paler than the blood with flowed within our veins, beckoned me with promises of wakeful nights and lazy days. My heart stopped.
My thirst forgotten and hunger not far behind, I couldn't dare look away. I spoke words of love. Only echoes responded.
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Erato's Musings
RomanceI know your time is precious, especially your free time. Why not spend it jump-starting your libido? 100-word (exactly) erotic drabbles from Greek and Roman mythology (some historical "fiction" as well). Some are very sexually explicit. Adults ONLY...
