night fell deep

Within a crystal vase, the fragrant bouquet of roses adorned Diana’s dresser, filling our bedchamber with the sweet scent of spring love. I nestled behind my pretty, swollen lady in the snug confines of sheets, blankets and pillows. I held Diana closely as night fell deep around us.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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