Mad Men As he looked down at her, the dark glow of the lamp bouncing off her silky skin in such a way as to make her the perfect image of sepia. Her dress lay on the ground; discarded like the petals of a white rose on a warm autom afternoon. She stood in front of him, with a secret smile upon her face. He was absorbed by her, by the dream of youth her candid smile seemed to possess , by the romantic memories of his first love, by the glow of admiration in her eyes. Transgressed, in a daze brought about by the heat, by his escape from responsibility, he took her with his eyes and asked; "who are you?" to which she replied confidently "I'm Joy". He held her thus, for a moment or two, took his time and softly kissed his dream.
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