Lilith, Revisited
You were once a monk, my peon, cloistered in the remotest tower in a monastery perched 300 feet above the Aegean.
You were the purest. It was said you spurned the advances of the most beautiful harlots brought in from Tidor and Nushant during your trips into towne for supplies. Lithe, yet ample, and cat-eyed, they plied their wares VERY appealingly for you, I'm sure you'll recall. No wonder you were the one delegated to go into towne!
When I caught wind of this I knew I had to make you mine, to make your blood race and enthrall your manhood, to bring you to the edge—..
And ONLY—..to the edge, my peon.
Night after night - for a fortnight - I assailed upon you, my siren call beckoning you to feast upon limbs, and torso, and breasts of alabaster, my exquisite form complemented by a special quality about me——.
Here - take a closer look at that 'special quality'———