The Easter Egg

Seductive, she stares at me, licking her lips. It’s easy to tell that she likes how I look – and yet she’s not as materialistic as all that.

I can tell that for her it’s what’s underneath that matters. She wants to get beneath my skin, to taste the very essence of me. I’d rather we take our time – she slowly breaking down my shell with a gentle kindness, while my heart gently melts from her touch. But there is hunger in her eyes, and an unabated desire, and I can tell we’re moving too fast - soon I’ll shatter. At which point, sated, she’ll leave me. Love, I’ve heard, takes time.

HER: NEXT!