The gaze of your transparent eyes, icy globes that draw me into their realm, is enticing. Can you read my thoughts? Do you know that as I pour your brandy the touch of your hand sends shivers along my porcelain spine? So near, I hear the pulse throb of your throat. Instinctively, behind my lips of dark roses, I run my soft tongue along the edge of glistening teeth. Slipping into a dreamier fugue we sink into some smooth jazz, lately I adore Miles Davis. Rest inside my wings, widespread, place your head on my breasts, my heart so close and hungry. It’s striking how depraved we can get on a hot summer night. Don’t be afraid, I will not let you suffer. I prefer things to end when they end.