The Tale of the Blood Diamond
“The deep red, satiny sheets hugged his naked body, like a lady trying to stop her man from leaving in the middle of the night. He coughed, rousing a real warm entity next to him. The woman outstretched her hand and ran her long teal painted nails up and down his heavily tattooed bicep.
“Baby,” she whispered. “You alright?” Her sweet voice trailed around him, stimulating his senses. He turned towards her and scanned her nude, deep caramel body. She had dips and curves in all the right places, and her bleach blonde hair with reddish streaks, like a lion’s mane, made her look exotic. Her deep, mahogany eyes sparkled under the dim recessed lights of his penthouse apartment master suite and if love had a look, the woman was the mirror to the shit.
“Yeah, I’m fine baby. Hey, get me something to eat and drink and hand me that remote.”
She rose quickly, as if his requests were dire and the world would slide away if she wasted additional seconds.
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