He was sleepless tonight.
He still thought of her occasionally
He stared at out at the vastness of the underground lake.
He ran his hand through his dark lush hair.
He heaved a sigh.
Satin sheets stirred slightly beside him.
Suddenly lily white arms covered his broad tanned chest.
The taut thin flesh stroked his chest comfortingly.
'What's wrong, darling?' A soft sleepy voice cooed.
'I cannot sleep, dearest' he answered in a slight accent.
'Dreaming of Christine again?'
'Yes' he sighed dejectedly
A small dark haired head propped itself on his shoulder.
The woman kissed his neck.
'Christine was just an ideal and I am your reality.
I have always been loyal to you my dear Adonis.
Even when you scared me to death I have never faltered in my credulity.'
'Yes I know' he said stroking her hair.
He turned his head and kissed her lovingly.
The darkness gleamed off of his white half mask
as he pulled his swollen lips away from hers.
'I Love you.' He said
'You are my sylph my darling sylph.'
Oh? she asked as she giggled when his cold hands touched her skin
'Indeed my dancing sylph that saved me from Hell '
She sighed as his hands started to roam her pale body.
She smiled widely as her turned to her now
his morose thoughts banished.
His cold musicians hands caressed her pointed breasts. Slowly stroking the flesh he said,
'Make love to me. '
'Oh Monsieur Le Fantome.' She gasped as he slowly licked her breast.
'What a strange creature you are!'
'Do you need even ask? '
Her arms now encircled his neck and stripped the mask off of his face.
'Now Monsieur Make love to Me'
'Oh My darling sylph, My lovely little Meg
You complete me' he said as he slipped in between the sheets.