She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,"
"...but in all my garden there is no red rose."
(Oscar wilde, 1888)
A pair of haze eyes met a pair of black pupils carved on white stones besieged by thick black lashes. One lip smiled , the other followed. Some slender fingers loosened, a brawny shoulder shuddered. suddenly the world shook. Few backs bent, heads rose and bodies stirred. A pair of Betsey Johnsons clanked , The door hissed and they loitered in a vast chasm before the Raybans watching them lost track .
(to be continued...)
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