God of WarMature

Blood pumping thickly, molasses in my veins

When I look upon that mouth the Gods put on your face

I cannot help but to want to taste your kiss

I cannot help but to know your ability – the one I denied before

But you aren’t crazy, not seeing just want you want to see – it’s real

I’m real.

I’m her.


The End

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