*A little something something that was in my mind when I was in the tub tonight… first draft so don’t mind the errors.*
I caught his eyes on me. One was a beautiful shade of luminescent green and the other the color of an autumn leaf. He licked his tongue slowly across his bottom lip allowing the subtle pinkness to glisten against the candlelight. I held onto him with my gaze as he approached me.
He held out his hand for me to take. “Good evening my cherie.”
His accent was of the old world. The time before the muddied Creole of my generation. It played like music softly lulling me further into his realm of darkness and delights. I placed my tiny hand within his grip. He brought it to his lips. I felt his breath through my glove. The touch of his lips radiated up my arm and through my soul.
“Hello monsieur,” I said.
Slowly he placed my hand back into my lap. His pinky grazed the lace of my dress.
“Would you accompany me for a stroll of the gardens?” he said.