Feb 5, 2025
Physical Arts
The way he presses into me makes me forget about the outside world. In this moment, he and I intertwined, bending and twisting together, making art that those such as Da Vinci or Picasso would rage over, knowing that no paint nor canvas could create something even half as beautiful and raw as we have, just with our bodies. Our movements and sounds being admired by Aphrodite herself, watching as she lives through us, proud of how close as mortals we’ve gotten to the God’s themselves.
