He was walking wet dream.
A sex god .
He was hand sculpted by Zeus , given wisdom by Athena , he loved like Aphrodite , and had a heart bigger than Poseidon's oceans.
He knew it to.
He lived off of the attention.
Yet he lived in a constant state of boredom.
Girls would through themselves at him .
He would be disgusted by their sudden sexual attraction to him.
He hated when they flirted with him.
But one night he was bored, and I was laying down.
He texted me and we flirted all night .
He said he was dominant .
I made him submissive .
He said he was not easily impressed .
I made him weak.
He said he didn't want to date anyone at the moment .
I made him beg for my presence .
I made a god weak
Lucifer and I have a lot in common
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PoetryFor what it's worth , I have welcomed the motivation to write this , and just like me , i don't think it will stay long .
