Monstera Deliciosa is tearing his arse around the dance floor at the Bebe le Strange. He is shaking it up with that writhing mass of humanity, flailing their hands in the air as the strobe lights scan the crowd. Outside two men are fighting over who will take another home. Devil Moon, hanging full and high, she beams and fills the garden with light, gazing down with eyes that see nothing,
Nothing at all.
Monstera is an ancient demon whose shibboleth is “Let’s paint the town green!”, “Begrudge the happiness of others,” and most importantly, “Don’t put your money where your mouth is, SPEND IT!”
An alpha male with a wet handshake and no balls, a philanthropic spirit dedicated to your happiness, and the benefit of all mankind. His good work is evidenced by the destruction of contentment. Locking you with his emerald green eyes, Monstera will swear that he is devoted to you, and only you.
He “…is a monogamous lover” he asserts, whose “…monogamy is omnipresent.” He loves to play. He seduces and cajoles, and stroking back your hair and breathlessly whispering your name, as he lays you down. When his back arches as someone, somewhere calls his name, you feel that cold wind of desolation.
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