Black As My Soul: By Request

April 20, 2004

I hear you walking slowly down the hallway. I can picture the sway of your hips that matches that step.

When you open the door to the darkened room, you turn to reach for the light switch.

"Leave the light off."

"Why?" You ask.

"Shh. Close the door."

"What?"

"I said, 'Leave the light off' and 'Close the door.' Now."

Your eyes finally locate me across the room. I'm seated with my arms crossed in my lap. My legs are crossed casually at the knee.

"Walk toward the bed," I direct.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (April 20, 2004 1:28 AM) by writing evil. [+]

Lili said:

Now this could get very interesting...