The first thing that I know, I'm all RED. She smothers me with her lips all day. I moan into her poignant mouth. I gasp with her breath. 

She, the sculptor; shapes me distractedly. I do not know what to say. It's as if heat radiates out of her. The odour of leather and her soft parts, hued in my presence. A conflict exists endlessly. Who is the queen? Who serves whom. 

Her beauty is maddening. It is a visual treat. Her cleavage; almost a trench. Although I have to strain my eyes painfully. But, fancy suits me more than anything.