Her eyes were a green almost as dark as emeralds. And Porter could see himself slowly sinking into their depths. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the curls caressed her back, her skin was pale and her lips were a pink that begged to be kissed. Porter shook his head, he was about to enter the seminary and knew that he shouldn’t be tempted by such worldly things as the love of a woman. But her body tempted him. Her body called out to be touched, to have his tongue draw lazy paths over her, tasting her inner most sanctum. Porter shook his head again to throw the thoughts out of his mind, although his body was already responding and he knew that it was too late, he was going to sin, whether it was with the angel who stood in front of him or by his own hand in the darkness and silence of his room. She turned from the market stall and caught Porter’s stare. The angel kept her eyes glued to his, a small hint of a smile ran across her lips, before she looked away.
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