Where does love rest… upon Aphrodite’s breasts I would imagine and what man could ask for more? The Home… Please; the place where I belong, more than a house though I never had one of my own really; a drink poured by my love, a place, a heart, for me.

I wrote this poem, after listening to a song on YouTube.

Love of aphrodite.

Sorry for a late update! SEVERE writers block, and plus I’m busy with other things.( I hate school.)

About little Cupid.

Greek Mythology.

When I was born I didn’t know who my dad was and I didn’t care to know my mother but I guess we don’t have a choice when we are that young. All I knew was what the doctor could tell me.

Part one of the journey of Aphrodite Black. You’re born, life happens, and then you die. What more is there? For Aphrodite Black life is full of surprises.

Clarissa is a very beautiful woman the men will all tell you in a heartbeat.Her beauty is legendary and her body was every mans fantasy that saw her.But no man could touch Clarissa for she wasn’t what she presented herself to be. She held a secret inside that you would not believe even if she told you.

A poem of romantic proportions. The life of the Goddess Lavatia, who struggled to bring love to the world.