MyCyberPudding

The lady wore black and her eyes shone gold, veiled face and veiled intentions, a smile in her right hand, a dagger in her left. Slicing with either in confident stride like the sea-breeze slices across the morning air and the ocean of her heart bled, beckoning with wave after wave of depths untold. When first I gazed upon lascivious lips, I pined for the days of old, I dreamed of songbirds. I spoke in languages forgotten. (or maybe never learned.) I learned quickly the dark plays tricks on the mind. She spoke, her voice was a shadow on the night's breeze carried away on a landslide of eluvium. Her teeth were sharp, and strangely