“all that glitters isn’t gold”, outdated this saying might be, it’s meaning will never grow old.
Come, let me tell you a tale once known, a modernized tale of a simple girl with greedy eyes chasing shiny objects because “the box” said so. Forgetting values -so easily- on hard core lines leading down to rockets of passion. Come let me tell you this story of lust and love, of Beauty and the Sexy Beast, a classic tale of “LA Belle” but with a twist.
Drawn into a trance by lust’s irresistible fragrance, Beauty trails it’s scent into the den of a lonely wolf “LA Beaste”,but Mr Wolf was not your regular beast. He traded his horns for really good hair and his tail found its way forward, an enchanting smile that captures your heart and eyes that hypnotise with just a twinkle.
So, Beauty blinded by the mist catwalks into a dinner party where she was the main course. O LA Belle, a beauty both within and without “lust is dangerous”, this you took too lightly.
Lost in a lustful embrace, she builds empires on sinking sand, on a damaged chisel she tried to paint her dreams.
Lost in his mystery she gave him all, everything in her and everything she was she relinquished, not minding the pain and the hickeys she gave in and let him in. But she knew, she knew who he was and what he wanted, nights of passion with no kisses. Yet she cared not of his lustful end and desire but of his soul yearning to be loved.