WASTED NIGHTS

he would watch her move, his eyes not missing a minute detail, observing her, saliva nearly pooling at his jaws, her scent was captivating, enticing. something deep inside him, instinctual was re-acting, and he loved it. her words would prevoke him, dragging a smile to his jaws, a sinister look. "If only, my dear, Morph" he would have decided on a pet name, for the ivory sorceress, and didn't really care should she find it insulting or annoying. What would she do?

listening to her comments, his eyes would never leave in his efforts for searching hers. pools of silver, enticed him, and he gave pause to think of her final words."Aye, if only they were as interesting as you, my love. What do you say we make it more interesting...?" His eyes would leave hers, to linger on her taunting bodice, before he'd drag them against their volition back to her silver pools.