A goddess so beautiful that she even ensorcelled the Lord of the Death. A love spell of sexy ripe pomegranates and dark red merlot wine...
“And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.”
― Oscar Wilde
Art: Proserpine by Dante Gabriel Rosetti, 1874