Stand A Chance

weighted down by morning dew, henna hued tassels clung to the russian don's aged vessel. rays of sun kissed his slender form, warming his veins and causing him to shiver. eyes which reflected that which they sought after caught the horizon, beckoning the sunrise to fill his being. oh how he would miss this feeling. it reminded him of his beloved wife - he could almost feel her gentle touch upon his hock. my husband, have i displeased you? the thought surprised him, nearly as much as he realizing she was truly before him. craning his crown to seek her familiar fuschia pools, velvetine words slipped from coal lips. vat a ridikulous ensemble. моя любовь к Вам бесконечна. never 'ave you displeased me. her smile was returned before the retired marshal sought out the warmth of her neck, tracing a hard-breathing maw along her cheek. я жаждал вашего контакта.