King Leviticus Cupid.
I love him.
So does his Father, very, very much.
I told him I couldnt wait to write about him. On the way home I changed my mind. Deciding to keep this story to myself. In honor of his Kinglyness. I thought I'd try something different. I never kept a story quiet before. This one I will. But as I promised I will also write about him. And publish it on my website. On the front page.
So here it is. The Story, or my version of his version. I hope I 'm right. Ours is a beautiful story, worthy of being told ~
She told me "respect the fire " Firelighter" you're an Indian. Honor it. And let your Dad chill". She put Bees Bums in a matchbox. A magic healing potion she said, and drove offf pipping her horn. I think I heard her shouting "I love you, I love you, I love you" after I told her " I love you too
" She came backwards to tell me again. Because I'm worth wobbling backwards for, she said.
She liked all the beautiful feathers I gave her, but I wonder if it's true ?
I can read her mind and she knows, I think. .. She knows I'm special too. She told me as soon as she met me. I think thats true too, maybe !
My name is King Levitius Cupid. I make Love Arrows and serve her pineapple pieces that I shoot with them. She drums. I dance round the fire and she applauds me. It's hot.
I'm sorry I didn't take Sunshine, Bees Bums cereal. I think it might taste good. I bet Dad would like some.
I'm mad at my Dad . Why isn't he nice to her?
I guess he's just old ! ~
With Love
Deva Sona ~ Im bothGoddess and Indian, Sire. My other name is Sioux :)
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