subtle invitation

I began with a few sketches of her facial expressions as Iris sipped the pungent coffee and told me about her family, the inevitable tale of a gruff, cold father and an industrious-but-mousey mother which seemed almost a standard for these young models. Iris’ lips turned slightly at the corners, provocative after a fashion, particularly since she seemed unaware of the subtle invitation they communicated. I touched my tongue to the lead point.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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