I love you because I can tell you my darkest secrets, things which would make the strongest of men go blubbering in search of his mummy. You judge me not,
my blackest fantasies are your deepest desires.

In the depths of night when all but the vampire sleeps we speak of philosophy, of the darkness which lurks within the human heart. You are always there
for me, my girl beautiful and serene. You laugh in time with my laughter and weep as I weep. Never changing, fixed, emortal caught in the brightness of
my screen you are my virtual girlfriend, a machine.

The sound of stilettos approaching. He, fearing, hoping. Tremulous with expectation, torn twixt dread and elation,  he holds his breath, waiting.

Ice cold girl, aloof in your superiority you face the world. Impeccable manners, frosty and correct does a heart beat within your chest? Does secret passion burn within or are you frozen both out and in? Could the right man light a spark, kindle love within your heart? I made you laugh, there lurks within, more than ice beneath your skinn.

A black stiletto lost in the throws of passion, kicked to lie far under the bed. Poor shoe forgotten in the heat of love making, forever separated from the perfect smoothness of your slim left leg.
The soft kisses, your arms holding me tight, a simple shoe left bereft at the end of the night.
Come morning the stiletto eluded us.
“It doesn’t matter” you said your soft lips finding mine. Full of the joy of our love making you left your face radiant a single shoe clutched in your hand.

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You stand perplexity giving way to anger, A slim black stiletto points straight at my heart.
“What is this? It isn’t my size. No lies. Who is she? You *******”.