The freed maple leaves rolled in unison as the chill wind drew her nigh to his breasts. He drooled as he envisioned her covered in white Tulle, unable to mask the perfect face that lay beneath.
While barely clothed by a Charmeuse which clung firmly to her broad hips with a few sticks of freshly cut hydrangeas neatly wrapped between her two tiny palms, while she mouthed words he’d heard in his dreams for ages. Stupidly smiling as a man drunk on rum would.
He woke with a start, all smiles imitating a lotto winner took in his surroundings in one glance then sighed, his smile replaced with a grumpy face. It was the fourth time he’d been evicted from his castle. This dream of his.