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Deangelo
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Date Posted: 16:26:25 09/04/05 Sun
In reply to:
GiGi
's message, "ok light blue it shall be" on 21:10:00 09/03/05 Sat
No, no, think not of such horrors as broken petals and promises, of falling underfoot unnoticed or uncared for. Those days, as best he could believe, were over, sweet angel, and... and he would try. Try to tiptoe softly, lovingly, around his rose, his wife, the Lady de Santis. To preserve her perfume and perfection even in his cold and ruthless clutches.
But all the talk of flowers and delicate things did not change the heightening passion between the two lovers, nor the impending climax of love as he responded to her movements with a surge of want, nearing oblivion in her arms and in her angel's body.
And pull away from her fangs he would not, enthralled by the close connection of body and spirit and ready to give her his last drop of immortality. Just ask for it, take his soul and do with it as she pleased, he gave it to her happily. Shifting to grip a hand behind her arched back, he held her near as they rode a mutual wave of passion to heaven, entangled in a dance of two bodies hopefully to be reenacted often in their life together. Figure tensing atop hers, he did not lessen their heighten pace, this frantic urgency, this first act as committed mates, as her hands and sweet lips drove him to the verge of where heaven and hell converged in maddening, divine bliss.
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