seasidesilk:

Aphrodite rises from a blood-stained seashell, dressed in sea foam and pearls.
She kisses the ashes with her fuchsia lips
And her aura is floral pink and golden in the edges
Her limbs are honeyed and sparkling and her hair kills and glimmers in the sunlight. The sun is frightened and enamoured.
Her teeth are Venusian stones and her tongue tastes like coconut milk and nectar and ardent fury.
Her eyes are ripe – nearly rotten – cherries.
She looks at you and you daydream of kissing her. she’d murder you. you would let her.