The Witness

"My thrall," Vexxer whispered as he stared at her with eyes that seemed to find eternity throbbing somewhere within her.

"My Master," Amanda murmured with a sore throat before fainting.

Vexxer kissed her sleeping forehead, "my heart."

He carried her back to his apartments and slammed the door. The scorpion holding the dagger betwixt his pincers rattled.

Lost nymph exploring my dark wood, loping through the mists, will I see you on the waves of the moon, riding the reams of my dreams? Will you keep our secret tight when our Miss Luna pairs us up in the night? Will I see you in the bed of your head as you smolder beneath the ripples of her silver bliss? Do you know who I'm talking to?

Let the tides of dreams aid you in finding what you need in the night.