Somewhere in the underground warehouses of the crowded city was her kingdom, where each of your fantasies was her deepest desire.
When I first saw her eyes, I felt as if I were in a carousel that had no intention of stopping for anything in the world.
Her skin was as soft as melting butter, and her voice was like mead for my soul.

I knocked on the door, and hoping to spend an hour with her, fighting in penguin costumes, only then did I know that I could smell the lilac scent of her hair, which was slowly merging with the air around me.

The door swung open a little, and her...