Aim to please.

"Sophie Claire, my darling, you were always bereft of deliverance," he said, as he took the last drag off her cigarette before extinguishing the remaining embers of redemption. She tittered at his cheekiness. "Always a Tybalt!" Just be satisfied!" she whispered as she stared deep into the glowing umber of his eyes. She did miss him you see. She missed him more than his beatless heart was designed to remember. Ernie, turmoiled by what to say next, broke her magnetic gaze and extended his hand. "Come! Dance with me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Her feet met the floor with no resistance. As she aimlessly followed behind him, the faint familiar fragrance of cyperus stung her senses. She then began to silently question his agenda, but the taming crescendo deafened her dilberation of truths. Transfixed by the frigid touch of his ashen hand on the small of her back, he spun her to oblivion and back in way that only he could. Back in the cage of his arms she rested her head on the wound she created.