Hello there, so nice to finally see you, his eyes have told me you're a beauty to behold; attractive and enchanting, a stunning view. His nose tells me that you are like a Rose with the sugary scent of flowers surrounding you.
Trust me Two simple words. But my dearest, it's not for you. I feel the paper, treacherous in my hands. I ache to open such a treasure, a dangerous, destructive hoard. The rope around your walking stick twists like a snake,
Close your hand around it, smiling Feel the shooting sensation, pain. Trace your finger over the knobbled flesh, Avoid the spikes. Trace the lines, the join of the skin, The fresh, young green skin.