The vast and hollow hallways were covered by marble flooring.
Cold and elegant, these imported from Italy. Icy diamonds swayed from her earlobes. Her closets were robust with designer clothing. Yet, this magnificent palace lacked the warmth of genuine loving. The diamonds, marble, and expensive clothing, were not sufficient when her heart was starved for enduring love. The hollow hallway resembled his narcissistic self, so beautiful yet cold.
He is a beautiful specimen of man. Very suave and that is why he is called Prince Charming. He is beautiful to behold, yet he is aloof after the notoriety of the conquest wears off. One day, Snow White looked so sad, that her solid friend, a dwarf, offered his shoulder to cry on. He was heartbroken, in a moment of lowered caution, he professed his love for her. “How can the prince be so careless with a delicately beautiful flower?" he asked. "If I were the price…the dwarf said…
If I were the prince and held your heart in the palm of my hand; I would worship you on a pedestal. I would weep from joy when I sink into you -- heart, body, and soul. I would cherish you like a sacred deity, and defend you with my very life if need be. I would be a formidable man, for your love would make me that man. I would conquer continents for you, like Napoleon did for his Josephine.
I would adorn our bed with flower petals, and stars, and I would invite the moonlight to witness our writhing bodies covered in sheen of perspiration, as we became one. I would invite the angels to sing and play the violin as we make love, and my fingers and hands would play your body like a fine tuned guitar, slowly rising in crescendo to terminate in a sonorous climax! Don’t you see Snow White?
Don’t you see that I’ve loved you for so long, and that your mere presence eclipses the brilliance of the sun?" Snow White was perplexed by this impassioned declaration from her long time friend. Addled by a wine glass or two, her lowered defenses made her accessible to his advances. She asked him to lock the door and to turn off the light…and then…delicately she deployed on the divan. She closed her eyes and said, “Take me then, make me feel loved again.”
Snow White could not contain the gasp, the sound torn from her throat when his big…tongue swirled and consumed her like a famished man, who’s not eaten for several days. The logistics were kind of awkward if truth be told, it worked best when she galloped the wild stallion, as if her life depended on it. Yet, it did not matter in the end, when their enthusiasm over rode those. His big…heart overflowed with love and passion, and tenderness. Her perky and modest breasts, seem huge when caressed by his diminutive, and roughened hands.
And then…
To be continued…
