"To consummate their mysterious meeting there seems but one thing to do."
I try not to shake as his hands slip over my shoulders, his body close to mine while he watches me, his mask now gone, abandoned somewhere on our journey between the ballroom and here. A dark room that smells...
I could make a poem, But words aren’t enough. To describe your beauty, baby, I’d need a lot of stuff. Finest dark brown chocolates, For your lovely eyes. Though it barely does them justice, To have me satisfied. Hair as...
The waves of your silky hair flows down over your back and shoulders. Your mahogany locks shine in the daylight and bounce with your movement. A cute fringe completes the perfect framing of your face. First the deep, hazel eyes...
