Spring garments in pastel tones, the crisp April breeze caressing their smooth skin.

Cerulean shirts the colour of clear skies. Ivory trousers, a snow-white glee as the material
clung to their masculine legs. Flesh tinted with the grace of gods; Apollo's majestic
vigour and the sensual lust of Eros. Bronzed with passion, embedded with glory.

They sat atop velvet chairs, sapphire illuminated by the shimmering sunlight. Obsidian
eyes, bespeckled with emeralds...dynamic souls reflected through pellucid mirrors.
Ethereal twins, siblings of one root, deep into the soul of celestial desires.

Heaven had sent them down to conquer our hearts, Hell had propelled them to consume
our spirits. Duo of saintly sinners, an army of colossal force. They could destroy with one
glimpse, so as to ruin the very lifeblood of human existence.

Through closed eyes I observed as they slowly annihilated each and every individual who
dared question them. Not with sanguinary powers, but with peaceful woes.

Their ruby lips, stained with the kiss of Death, were in the shape of a wicked smile,
sly...shy. What games they liked to play, what cruel games.

written on the 28th of June, 2004 (at approximately 10:30 p.m.)