I wasn’t especially sickly, or a lovelorn boy, so I frankly wasn’t La Belle Dame’s target audience, but even so I felt the tug of longing as I looked into those fathomless dark eyes. What was it that made me yearn to walk across? What was it that made me want to give myself to her? It wasn’t just that she was exquisite. Sure, you had the gently smiling mouth, the soft full lips, the set-square straightness of that lovely nose.
Bi panic?
