mirrors of self / aphrodite & her . ‘pon cupid’s wings she sits , wed to ardor’s benevolent sonnet . 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 & 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 . stripped of devilry / salvation for vices is revoked . she flourishes , ne’er rots . ❝ has anybody asked you yet ? 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 . i’ve been waiting for someone . ❞
* @misvoids !













