It slipped into my fantasies a forbidden kiss upon a brow, tenderness that longed for passion without the threat of tears. I fancied myself a courtesan and dared my dreams to yawn beyond. Centered on an intriguing glint no brooding skies would dare chance a pearl of rain. My cheekbones hollowed flush with expectancy. A heart gaunt for liquidity I darted like a dawning gale and flared my skirts petulantly. Never so intriguing was a pout that didn't tease for something more. If I were a bird I'm sure I'd have feathers for brains.