Apothecary of decadent dark shadows and tablespoons before the cold moon mortar and pestle powdering my labia with two interludes of wanton celloa modus operandi between my thighslistening to Mantovani's, "Unchained Melody"and feeling your tongue kiss my soul

Shanghai in the 1930s, known as The Wicked Old City of the Orient's Babylon. Where villains ruled, and exhibitionists danced. A perfect place for a wounded heart like Slade Garrison, PI. Opium was the rage and the booze flowed...

Touching me with your black lacecold cold thigh accentuating lust  giving me a little haunting tweakmemories of our naked tango  with fishnet and heels in paradiseand orgasms on a different plateau  with a whore's wet kiss  just you and...

Feeling the thorn of the quill masturbating on my soulas your tongue tastes me. My cunt plays succubusto your cock's stiletto. In my analysis non sequituras the candles crowed loudly. With the weight of thewildebeests lashing my wrists in...

The shadow felt like an emery boardagainst my lusting flesh dark of tonguewith chatoyant jalapeno green eyeshemorrhaging decadence for my lonely dripping from its depraved oystersnaked shell screaming, "I vont yor blod" rinsing out memories with Selsun Blue swinging...

With the haunting decadent kiss debauchery's fragrant crescendo's rapture whispering the dark's indigo of pleasures through the pane of shadows as seen through the orgies of undies poetically charmed of the vegan's tofu stripped lashed bound with silk in...

Words from angels with cloven tonguesand naked flesh reflecting the soulwith a modern-day Mona Lisa complex scorched decadency seducing the corpseof my cock's diseased manifoldwith their muted breasts and labia majora