A handsome suitor approaches a woman shifting about a pier adjusting her black lace garter belt; she lifts her black silken embroidery gown to a thumb and forefinger teasing gold buckle straps. Thoughts travel across the port; she silently focuses upon a companion feeling the night approaching.
A bed is twisting railing, my grip is the neck of a young man writhing over my figure; gagging sounds commence and stop for a plentiful bounty of seedless mature melons bouncing fierce aggression tucked inside a white holster. Surely another induced nightmare; an origin I am still bewildered. Her voice is the hammering of Thor; she spurts an avalanche of curse words for a thud hitting the unpolished concrete floor.
This Beau must be entranced by this woman of dark holidays she may purposely seduce a cat's walking appendage; his eyes blaze of passion.
"This is better than any of those damned romantic novels!"
Lips brush my neck as I slip from conscious reality lost inside a sweet nectar dripping from forbidden fruit. I swing to the top right corner watching a pillow burst into goose down feathers.
"I only do that for you. All the sailors fear me. I told them I was dead."
"All the sailors are dead too."
They dress and undress playful fingers.
"Nurse could you please gather the cats; I am extremely allergic except for the one, he is no bother. His mate is alright as well I suppose since they both seem interested with my disposition. Do you think it is curiosity or compassion?"
"If they die it is curiosity."
They both live to bear kittens. I being a dog person am not fond of feline intervention unless my own or a fluffy muse upon many a throne. I search the folding table jointing hideous blocks of yellowish brown wall; Aphrodite's mirror embossed with two globes ends each hand guard.
"Will you be mine...."
"I am...."
"For an eternity as a husband...."
"Yes.......yes........yes!"
As they both reach for garments to gather I sit at this damned computer reviewing a page possibly written by me.
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