Once again. Trapped. Within my own desire. Unbridled desire. She was a goddess. Not of Gold. Not of Wax. But of undeniable passion. Her father, Eros. Who blessed her with gift. Gift that drove the madness of lust. To man and woman alike. Gift which I fell prey to. Her sight pleased me. Singular was her beauty. Her voice wrapped my mind Her thoughts. Her own. But her aroma. Her aroma. The aroma of a goddess. It intoxicated me. It delighted me... read more
