The god strolled into the trendy bar. Even though the cherub is honored by Hallmark every February, nobody recognized him. The deity decided to remedy this slight.
He grabbed his quiver of arrows and with lightning speed, fired passionate love into the buttocks, of the patrons.
Nobody could see the arrows but everybody felt the sting, as they were filled with uncontrollable desire. Cupid, being a mischievous sort, made sure no two would desire each other.
In the hands of a mortal, the arrow is a weapon of war. In the hands of a god, it is far more dangerous.
He grabbed his quiver of arrows and with lightning speed, fired passionate love into the buttocks, of the patrons.
Nobody could see the arrows but everybody felt the sting, as they were filled with uncontrollable desire. Cupid, being a mischievous sort, made sure no two would desire each other.
In the hands of a mortal, the arrow is a weapon of war. In the hands of a god, it is far more dangerous.
