marco
In my mind, I wave my wand and the world changes. Sometimes for the better, sometimes not. It doesn't matter, either way it still changes.
"What do you mean a suit would have been appropriate? The invitation said fancy dress party. You don't like my silver and gold dress?"
Under the night's starlight, two bodies embrace in the rhythmic dance of love.
It had been over a century since we last spoke. But she still looked as beautiful as ever. And still tasted as sweet.
The collar was tight . But I think I liked it . Maybe. She just smiled and then bit my lip, hard.