Watching her

Alice had managed spread herself out in a less then polite or decent manner over his fireplace rug with her dark dress pushed rather high up her pale sweetly plump thighs. The tender muscle showing faintly as she twitched in her dreams. The smooth arch well yet gently defined collar bone trailed down to the rich soft swell of her breast which strained the worn black velvet ties of satiny corset.
Her long milky limbs splayed out over the curls and tangles of the ivory, yellowish cream silken sheep's wool and her flesh having a touch of pinkish glow as the fire warmed as she slumbered Her breath slow and deep as she slept her right hand clinging to her velvety hair ribbon her fingers lay entangled in it. The faint paleness of her cupid shaped lips, the lovely almond curve of her large eyes with their tones of muted forest green, wild almost unnoticeable gold and he pictured the flight of common yet colorful woodland birds and the crest of the murky dark water as that trio of painted river turtles continued on their path as he examined those hues finding himself again lost.
This image was a slow melody a flesh written harmony that entrapped his mind and tormented his senses.

Drawing a deep breath a heavy in inhaling of her perfume it's scent like that of a still winter chilled room outlined by a empty hollow fireplace with it's mantle lined in long since dried roses that were slowly gathering dust yet their aroma heady causing a certain sensation almost similar drunkenness or the hallucinatory effects of the raging fever.
The preserved bloom delicate fragile like her to touch with a harsh or untrained caress would only cause the paling tender pink parchment like petals to crumble to dust.

He ran his fingers over the satin curve of her belly having to watch himself not to fall into the lull of her flame warmed and richly scented skin. Carelessly caressing it as one would an awaiting house feline's velvet furred belly. He was amused with her tiny pleading mews and impish purrs. Her demeanor was docile, pleasing in her brief wiggle to get herself more under his hand and her body soft and delicately perfumed. He could through his relaxed senses pick out the notes of her perfume oils. The darkness of opium, the alluring subtle hints of aged rose ending in the coy bite of dragon's blood.
How fitting each fragrance was to her terribly entrapping personality. She was looking at him again her adoring pet like stare sleepy with passionate contentment and what he at the moment took to be a bit of lust as she nibbled at his fingers.
He found himself chuckling as she drew her little kitten like canines over his knuckles, letting her tongue trail the length of his fingers, curling it and delicately lapping as she continued horrid teasing. Her lips and the top of her teeth pressing at the tip of his finger with a devilish smile she caught his thumb as she work her way down his now highly sensitive digits. Her mouth was like hot wet velvet and his train of thought was failing him and he found his mind wandering some else as she toyed with him.
She bumped at his idle hand with her nose meowing at him as she pressed the weight of her nude body to his legs before resting her head on his knee. A soft moan escaped his lips when he felt her reach for the buttons of his trousers. Just having her hand there and feeling the heat of her skin on him was almost too much.

Suddenly a sharp metallic hiss broke though the haze of her dove like form. He shook his head finding it sound of the steel tea kettle which had come to a heavy boil as he was lost in his mental fancy. Reality had again taken him from what was his. His displeasure at returning from the fantasy to find her not there was a highly depressing blow. Walking slowly through his home passing the nearly endless overly loaded bookcases, the collection of figurines of Alice, the mad hatter and the rest of the stories interesting company. Kicking at the somewhat dusty floor oddly colored rugs with a hollow sigh he continued down the hallway. His slippered feet falling on the museum styled glossed coffee toned hardwood of the flooring that covered almost the whole place.
A drum like sound echoed down the hallways in his flat.
It was the ballet of the fluffy cat with it's painted oriental koi colored body rippled and danced in tones of lush flaming orange, milky white and deep inky black greeted him as he stepped through the small scratched wooden door frame. The spirited feline was jumping and bouncing his little steel dish awaiting his morning can of wet food. It's single eye vast and sharply yellow was fixed on him. The right side of it's face was smooth where it lacked an eye which he felt gave the plump wiggly beast a curious and wise look.

“What does it look like” he asked with a eagerness that caused his Alice giggled with a faint cat like curl of her merry features. Her skin had a ghost like appearance that time the sapphire of her veins was more visible then normal perhaps she had taken to a light chill or cold in that pigsty of a place.
She raised the ratty leg of her black linen pant leg with those loose thread and winter salt stains her curled monkeyish toes were polished with their normal coat of gloss that made he remember the first time he ever saw hot tar and liquid metal.

The blood flushed sole of her right foot arched as the flat tone of her stiff ankles popped the scent of the green apple lollipop haunted the air, it's color matching her impish eyes as they watched him. The lines on her flesh on the bottoms of her feet almost begged to be traced follow much the like the faded trails and paths of an aged map.
It was a dance no a canvas a light with a swirl of bare pink on white curve on tender blue vein Her colors were that of an old map in a way in those twenty minutes of which he had of her.
A highly sensitive line ran her moist lip swollen and raw in it's wave and ran with a tiny trickle of scarlet when she gave one of her classic long curling smiles. His Alice could at be times his Cheshire puss with her vast smiles and tender dimples.
It was a simple card design with the numbers ten over six in it.
A quick dance of obsidian painted a crossed scarlet tingled yellowing ivory. I was the Hatter's card tattooed along the ripple soft silken skin of her ankle up the bone chasing the rise of youthful muscle and dove flesh of her mare like calf.