peace and fantasy

Our evening came and went. As the hours faded, I sent Diana into a gentle slumber with a long, luxurious back rub, a daily dose of medicine I had long been fond of administering. As the fire began to dim in the fire and my thoughts began to drift into visions of peace and fantasy, I roused Diana sweetly, carefully leading her upstairs to bed, finally reaching the end of yet another day’s journey along expectancy.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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