God, how beautiful you are.
Pale and slight as snow statue. These large eyes. Hair dark as ebony. This tempting smile. Knowing, scary, but so beautiful.
Angels could die for you.
And you look at me.
You talk to me.
I stalk you afterwards, but you don't mind. It seems you like it.
You go home. Before going inside you kiss my cheek.
I stand in the snow, smiling sheepishly. I stand there when you have gone inside.
I whisper: "Milady."







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