I soaked myself in the blessed waters of eden's lake, shying away from apollo's scorching stare from above. his heated gaze threatened to consume me whole; it was sweeter than the apples of hespirides and burned me blush red, more intense than the alcohol in dionysus’ mead. the passion in his eyes knew no bounds. the warmth of his gaze reached me as i floated underneath the juice.
And before i knew, the waters had begun to taste overripe with his corrupt watch.
i looked up at the skies shooting seeds at the culprit.
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Juno
PoezieJuno. she is the summer in a thousand and thirty four ways. she aimed for the sun, because it felt just right. but she went too close, it scorched her skin with sweet warmth. And it made her stomach burn with honey, bees tickling and buzzing like t...
