The Chinese have an established expression that sounds like "Do not paint the snake's legs." To pretend to snake your legs is to intentionally complicate some thing when in fact everything is simple.
At night all the reptiles crawl to the surface. Especially London is rich in them. All the cream of the society and those who consider themselves such, gathered for the premiere of the film and the party that was planned after it. A party that will only be attended by those who do not need a serious relationship, who wants everything to be simple. Those who do not want to add snakes to their feet.
My Elissabat! I stroked my hand over your artfully sewed purple clothes. Can you imagine what it's like to kiss your lips? Soft and passionate, but giving incredible sensations. I want to do it again and again. However, I'm your makeup artist, and you're my movie star, you're always there, always at my fingertips.
Your beautiful, but already unnecessary dress, flies to the side, and your body is bare. Beautiful, covered with snow-white velvet skin. I catch your skin with my fang, lead to my collarbone. An open wound and a strip of dark blood, through which I will walk through the tongue. I know how you feel when you turn away from me and make a heavy moan. Now your skin is burning, and the blood is curling, capturing in itself the memory of my touch. You scream when one of my obedient snakes unzips the zipper. Oops! She left the same wound with her fangs on your back. For memory.
I see you without clothes, the way you are. And, however, everyone, and me in particular, do not care what you really are. After all, others see in you only your heroine, and I - the body that I need to enjoy.
On the sofa. We sink to the couch, I cuddle up to you. You look incomparable, closing your eyes and waiting with fear for the continuation. Do not worry, there will not be any scars. I promise.
I kiss every inch of your body. I want to have your body forever, because it's delicious!
I make the final kiss and give myself a moment to examine your perfectly flat stomach. I'll gently walk on it with a tongue, and then sharply slap on the buttocks. Under the beautiful melody of your moans, I will mentally call my snakes. Apparently, I overdid it. I order them to ease your pain and they take their little tongues for the cause.
Only one thought jumps in my head. Do you really like it? Are you, a fine vampire, worthy of such a fate? No. It is necessary to stop this. Right now. I can not create problems for you. I do not care what happens to you. You are not just entertainment for me.
"I'm sorry," I say. I give the snake a mental message that they stop. I myself am moving away from you. Naked and confused, you look weird. I've never seen you like this before.
I drew my long legs too.
Our problem is that we do not think about the consequences. We try to rely on luck, on rock, on something else. We create problems for ourselves already, that we protect ourselves from consequences, we simplify too complicated algorithm. Who knows, maybe it's good to attach feet to snakes?