Affection, so gracious and pure, connects a vision of mysterious beauty to a face smiling with overwhelming temptation. The night was ending and yet a trip into the unknown will soon be made. All confidence in the style that this world turns by was shattered when an unexpected goddess whispered from across the garden. Why a western blonde who grips my pulse and not an eastern brunette? There is now an orgy of drink and conversation and so we surrender to the vortex! The wine is taking over and my veins are allowing the intoxication to flow. There is an unseen surround-sound of Eastern music that guides the slipping movement of these decadent strangers. The echo of a glass being crushed by ignorant feet reaches me in an instant. Slowly these distractions spawned by that orgy of sound fade and I am now handing her a firm glass of burgandy. Her eyes of jade rip into my own and all my sight focuses on those tiger claws that remain her piercing eyes. My wine slowly enters her throat, and for just a moment calms the wild child waiting within her unknowing soul.
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