The dream doors on the outer edge of his non malignant brain tumor crept open slowly and in poured a dim yellowish light immediately followed by the striking silhouette of a being who's proportions danced beyond the tip of perfection.
His bucktooth smile widened accompanying his hazy eyes that were unwilling to move away from what without a doubt the reason his measly life was allowed to continue up until this very moment...
Her....
Without breaking away from her well organized bipedal movements, she posed while still managing to keep her face engulfed in the shadows.
The burning sensation in his stomach was both a response to the dairy consumed earlier and anticipation of more dairy to come.
Unkempt facial hair hair and awkward attempts at conversation easily gave away his weaknesses, yet he still made obvious his yearning for physical contact with his immovable gaze on the seductive display.