Will I be a good father? Work them or spoil them? Laugh and play as I come from work every day? Treat them badly like mine before me and leave them behind? To fail them like mine has done for he no longer wanted me?... I will be a good father. Keep them happy, fed, well dressed, their stress relieved to never be depressed. What I don't have they can have it. Their happiness and yours is my joy and experience. Memories I want to keep forever and be glad to be called a father, not just a dad.
Gluttony: Disgustingly, you feed and feed, stuffing your face. Eating it all, not a crumb or trace of it, this love of food you stuff it down your throat. Down your guilt, an angel you were, now a slug, for now, your gluttony has made you fat. Your wings can’t flap under your weight of lard and grease.
She walks the Earth, covering the land with great health, harvest and crops grew every season of everyday. So her first child could be free to play, but Hades fell in love with her, took her as she screamed. Her mother begged and bargained with Zeus for her return. Happy again, she was returned to her mother, but it was not to last. She had told her of the pomegranate's seed that she has eaten. With every word, her heart sank for even for the slightest bite, a person was doomed to return to the land bathed in blood. For the months of ice and snow, she was returned to the world below leaving her mother in anguish letting her beautiful plants to die. But as the weather warmed in the spring, the mother and daughter were reunited, but only until the leaves began to fall again as so was agreed on in the bargain.
Heart: It could be aching, it could be breaking, but it pumps harder for you. My heart wants more and more of your love. The heat through every beat it makes, passion flows through veins. Pleasure through the heart, ready, set, go it starts.
Fast and rough emotion so tough, aggressive as a rollercoaster. Smooth, slow, high, like a Ferris wheel, unveil the complete passion. Your body like an amusement park, I wanna get on every ride, to the hugs and kisses, to the scratches and caressing. The hours we could take, bodies at height and quake. Even with it lasting for so long you hate when the rides have done... wanna ride again?
There's no question; I love you.