If only I were that man seated opposite you. If only it were I, not him, who has fallen under the spell your charming laugh elicits.
My heart flutters within the cage of my chest. Though I ache to speak, to join in your conversation, words don't come. I am struck dumb. A tender fire flares beneath my skin. My flesh burns with the heat. Darkness covers my eyes and I panic, tossing my glance away, only to have the blindness return as I look back. My damp skin shudders as pale Death walks down my spine.
Is it love?
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Erato's Musings
RomanceI know your time is precious, especially your free time. Why not spend it jump-starting your libido? 100-word (exactly) erotic drabbles from Greek and Roman mythology (some historical "fiction" as well). Some are very sexually explicit. Adults ONLY...
