He slithers toward me. Those peircing green eyes, and beatiful dark hair. expensive robes and swinister smirk. he offers money, he buys me a large ring. he takes me back to his place, dark walls and antique furniture. Old butler offers me a champagne, I say its my last. You've got a dark heart. Maybe just another drink! Or one more? You never let me down. He slides his hands down my shirt. Scruffy hair and sweet smile. Plain tee, and jeans. Red wine, flower petals and bubbly baths. He offers love and happiness. Smothering me in warmth and red, soft cloths. A sip of wine, a clink of a glass...
More..Erika Flaten
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