Midnight Guest
By AlexeiOgorodov
Mon, 28 Nov 2005
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A day. A night.
Another day.
Another night.
Soft knocking at the door.
She opens. He walks in.
The mild light of candles.
A bottle of champagne.
Some laughs.
Some whispers.
Sparks in her eyes;
lust in his.
A kiss.
She moans.
The climax.
The smell of melting wax.
The tired eyes.
The door is closed.
She is alone.
As always.
A day. A night.
Another day.
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