There were years of dust and grime in the reception of that creaky old mansion. The swirling stairs on each side covered in cobwebs of the years. The wooden bannisters rotting in places and no electricity just the dark rusted candelabras to light the place. I lit a few and looked around as I sucked in the musty air that filled this place which was so full of life at one time and yet now the ravages of time had taken their toll cold, dark and murky and a felling of such sadness filled the halls. As gloomy as it seemed I saw you walking the stairs, your fingertips lightly brushing the bannister as your hair flowed in the cold air from the broken windows. Dressed in white silk and lace and perfectly manicured hands and yet you looked more delicate than any flower and your scent of pure desire that rested upon your soft smooth skin. Finally you looked up and smiled enigmatically at me. My pulse racing as I heard you softly say co,e with me my darling, stay here with me as the delicateness of your fingers brushed my cheek. Deep and longing you looked into my eyes and I closed them for a few...