Honeyed Pasture [m] epipremnum aureum

the encounter with the pale woman — however that had gone — had left him shaken. he hadn't thought it was possible to still feel lust after loneliness for so long.

his jowls sagged, his joints creaked, and yet, somehow, his junk still worked.

and now, another temptress wreathed in scent.

she was around his age, this one, and aditya came upon her with mingled fascination and fervency. deep black, and as he got closer, he noticed the green eyes —

oh, radha. . .

it must be her, but it wasn't, but it must, and he barked her way with eyes clouded with memory and want.

mera pyaara, he crooned, hoping she would let him touch her — and that she would not evaporate upon said touch.