Excerpt from Music Box Danseur by Marlene K. Slade

During the prime of my lust leering days my sexual talents had surpassed the rental boys of the City. I was rather sensational at sex and never paid for giving my body away. I knew how to pleasure a man. I knew how to fulfill a male’s every need with the use of my body and my mouth. I was a submissive volunteer to vice. Sex was all I knew. Never love. Partnered with many bedmates in youth, I allowed so long for my heart to go un-loved. Years would steal by before genuine love would arrive for me. Sebastian was that genuine love. Profound of passion and intense intimacy he penetrated my pulmonary valve and awakened my life to love-everlasting. To lose him would mean the death of my heart.
I cuddled close to him, loving the feel of his flesh pressed against my own. We kissed tenderly. Our touches gentle. Our thoughts consumed with each other.
“Tonight I dance for you,” said he whisperingly.
I tenderly smoothed the back of my fingers against the scarred side of his face before I kissed him there.
He loved the way I viewed him, perfect in every way. My sight of him would never changed. I felt sure in my heart I would love him beyond life.
Music Box Danseur