Art of Lust

Art of Lust

<Part One>

Santiago quickly mounted his cloak onto his shoulder, with such unpleasant thoughts

within his mind, it caused him to think differently then usual. His left leg was aching,

could it be with his amazing rest with his lover Anastera, or his swift touch of the lips with Clarisse?

There were more important things, but as long as his memories remained haunted, and

his dreams filled with the lust of both women, he could not think correctly. He stepped outside of his

room, and climbed the cherry wood staircase to reach the roof. He stared at the night sky from the very top of the tower.

He thought of Anastera, so angelic, so innocent, so loving, he loved her so much, but could he claim to love her

with all his heart? He thought of Clarisse, a vigorous lover, she lusted for his touch, as he did for her's. Two women,

a single man, awaiting the smarter decision. Drowlyn the crow flew to his shoulder with a note attached to his leg.

"What do you have there dear friend?" as he reached for the note. He unrolled it and it came with a small message.

"My Dear, the love you have shown is worthy of a greater gift. Meet me behind the statue of Saint Gabriel at

the church where I first met you. I will be there by the setting sun during the next day, do not be late my love.

I will only wait until dawn, do not dissapoint me, and I will show you the proper way to feel my vigorous love."

Santiago blew at the note, and it faded away. He grinned, and he headed back down to his room. He knew who it was,

and the memories near that statue were so kind to his mind, that he could not think of anything more. He felt quite impatient, he was very interested in what exactly she meant. He gently closed his eyes, and he was consumed by the night

as he quickly fell into a deep sleep.