His delivery was like chivalry when he approached her trying to coax her into doing the devil's dance in the dark. His strategy is too much for inferior intellects to fathom when he selects random hearts blackened by fallen faith succumbed to love's assassin doves. A master at what he does. I wish I was. Cause then I could harness his chamness and channel his energy to annihilate my shyness and power my prowess; but I couldn't handle his hard heart. As I watch this brother I discover that his level of the game is off the link. A whisper. A wink. "Can I buy you a drink?" I think she ordered a daiquri which is satisfactory for some, but not where he from. He played it a little longer and she ordered something stronger. After all, alcohol is the afrodisiac for this evenings activities of captivity back at his facilities. Now they moving. Oozing back to his flat where the real party at. She pulled out a party hat. He said "I don't need that." Took it and tossed it. He like it raw. He like to nibble. He like to gnaw. When he first saw her naked anatomy it was flattery cause GOD made her fly. Her onion made him cry. He made her try things she swore she would never do. She never knew. She didn't know about the venom he had in him, poison from his previous and priors and all their devious desires. The fire's flame is fierce in his furnace, he waits to be buried cause he's already dead. His death has spread.