Love, war and your soul (159)

Ooh, goddess of love!

you’ve started so many wars,

this deathly spell on your lips,

makes them feel immortals a little bit;

my goddess of war,

from the beginning of time,

you’ve always had the good and the bad

deep in your mouth,

so, kiss the humans with your legacy…

Ohh, goddess of my soul,

come to save me from their world!

Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 159. Thanks for reading.