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He took me on his back. He carries me across the sea. I don't want him to stop.
Europa was gathering flowers when Zeus appeared as a white bull and carried her across the sea to Crete. She's been falling in love with her abductor, the god in beast form, the sea crossing, the new land. She's been choosing to stay, to be loved, to be the mother of nations.
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She's riding the bull across the sea, looking at him with love for her abductor.
I feel the rhythm of his muscles beneath me, the powerful surge of his strength as he carries me across the endless sea.
I've never known a love like this, so wild, so untamed.
His breath is warm on my skin, his eyes filled with a divine fire that makes my heart race.
Do you feel it too, the thrill of being carried, of being chosen by a god?
The waves crash around us, but I am safe, held in his embrace.
Will you let yourself be carried, or will you resist the journey?