Her spindly fingers bothered me.

There I was, glaring from across the tables, teeth chittering with naked desire.


Her smile, coated with red, as the red line opened, closed with pearly white.


Picking them up like a graceful crane, and consigning them to a shadow realm I hungered abashedly for, from a corner.

Piping hot, the meat slid across her lips, proposing a grimace of both pleasure and annoyance.

Little by little, the whittled crisps went down too, with the yellow of the sun.


I really need some ******* chips now.