I'm not a luxury companion. I'm not your arm candy. I'm hard candy. An old soul burning bright. I watch too many films. I've read too many stories. I like wine too much. And I believe that a good life is rich in experiences. I'm trying to collect as many as I can. We slip easily into familiar banter. My small waist rests naturally in the curve of your arm. My lips move against your neck. Seamless transitions and loaded silences. Long fingers and longing...