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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand. As he walked away, she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey- green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head to toe. But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy metal staff for balance... after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for one pathetic soul. The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of the sun. She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone. Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red camisole. She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking in a language only he understood. With his large hands, he slowly explored her thighs, making his way up her black skirt. "You have beautiful legs." "You think so, huh?" They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all. He was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish tinge....then blackish... He burst into flames; then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed. She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger. The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared. "I have one more assignment for you." "But we made a deal, one soul." She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white hair. The room darkened from his moonly mind. "My dear, the other soul...is yours."
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