❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜
They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing m...
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What’s a girl, to a goddess?
My heart is a harp and she plays with its strings. She cradles me like moonlight, sings me like a lullaby. I kiss her and my mind is delirious with stars. My lips come away, blooming open.
