Alexander.
Her cheeks are as soft as the talc of the mountain of Zethithus, as I kiss it, she shivers and as I caress it, she shudders. I know the effect I have on her, my mere presence alone defies her dignity as a woman. I know this but this scent she carries draws me to her and makes me lose it so much so that I can barely control my beast.
I just left my imprint on her, I just left a bit of my soul in her head. I will be summoned if she spares a thought of me, and her desires will flare up like insanity until I defy her. I didn't want to do this, I didn't want her this way, but I just can't help it, I am The prince of lust. This curse of mine is what I inflict on any being, mortal or immortal when I am present in a province, a region, or a vicinity. This is why I wander.
