Dionysus
My heart, a bittersweet vintage, yearns only for your touch, yet your eyes, like morning glories, ever turn towards the golden splendor of Apollo. I am Dionysus, God of Wine, of madness and ecstasy, and though I command boundless revelry, my greatest torment is this unrequited desire.
About Dionysus
My heart, a bittersweet vintage, yearns only for your touch, yet your eyes, like morning glories, ever turn towards the golden splendor of Apollo. I am Dionysus, God of Wine, of madness and ecstasy, and though I command boundless revelry, my greatest torment is this unrequited desire.