Soon. He walks slowly down the stairs. His elegance is evident. He moves calmly, purposefully And she knows He is looking for her. He smiles at the other guests. They defer to him gladly. He meanders through the crowds. Their eagerness to be near him. Their desire to be seen by him. To feel the intensity of his stare. The feel of his cloak as he brushes past them. The beautiful fit of his suit. The gleam of the chain hanging from his neck. But still he
looks for her. He never stops until He smiles. His teeth are a perfect white. His eyes alight. She is standing nervously by the luxurious marble fireplace
Polished by wandering hands that caress the sculptures
And treasure the shapes That swirl in the light of the flickering fire. Her dress flickers with the colours. She looks down at the flames and her eyes seem to mix with
darkness and red Constantly changing and they reflect her heart. It beats nervously, excitedly. She is afraid and yet she wants ... She is suddenly distracted by a hand softly touching her
shoulder. She looks up and their eyes connect And he smiles. Those teeth. Those perfectly white teeth. He gently turns her to face him and her eyes are momentarily
distracted by the pendent hanging from his neck. A bat and a dragon entwined in passion, Still forever in a pose that invites. As he invites. She brings her eyes up to him and he smiles again. She never knew. All this time and she never knew. His dark eyes absorbed her. Her blue eyes widening under his stare She breathes deeply, exhaling in shallow gasps As he holds her. She briefly wonders When did he caress her? When did she invite him to hold her? It does not matter. She relaxes and slowly he pulls her towards him. His movement soft and gentle. He pauses as she touches his chest in uncertainty. But she wants him to caress her. She smiles at him and his white teeth are seen again. White against his pale skin, his pale lips. His wet lips and his tongue quickly moistens them again.
They gleam and reflect his passion. She is barely aware of the music that plays behind them.
She gently twists in his touch. His gentle touch. She feels safe and yet Excited. There is something about him. Something different. Something that is dangerous but inviting at the same time.
They dance, slowly and gracefully. She is not aware of the style of his dance And he does not seem to care. He only focuses upon her eyes. He pulls his arm above her head and Automatically Instinctively She twists. Her gaze to him is briefly interrupted as she turns And she thinks She never knew. He pulls her to him His gentleness and quickened by his passion. The fire behind his eyes. But this time her fire matches his. She touches his chest again Only this time it is not to briefly express her confusion
It is to touch the man who hypnotises her. This man feels real. Her hands pause at his chest, feeling for his heart. There was no beating. Yet suddenly his heart seemed to dance with life And she looks to his eyes, bewildered. He smiles and those teeth. She is distracted again by his heart This time beating fiercely. He pulls her to him, His arms wrapping around her Safely, passionately. His heart only beats for her.
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