We have never been closer than this.
Your flickering eyelashes brush my cheek. Your breath is warm and fragrant with wine.
Your heartbeat is gentle and certain in the hushed stillness.
I mistake it for my own.
Your hand glides over the muscle of my stomach, your fingers trace a path on my chest. You draw delicious, delicate, dangerous circles in the dark nest of my hair.
I caress your perfect face, your brave shoulders, your elegant neck. I half capture your gently pulsing throat between a long finger and thumb.
I can feel you smile in the dark.
Your body melts into mine.
We have never been closer than this.
Closer than skin.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Rebellion
She tries to resist.
She wants to resist.
Or at least she tells herself so.
But this is not an assault from outside. It is a mutiny from within.
A coup. A rising in her blood. An insurrection in her bones. The rebellion of her skin.
Her desire confronts her. Her hunger weakens her. Her yearning betrays her.
She instructs herself she will not fall. Yet she is falling.
She promises herself she will not submit. But her submission thrills her.
She pretends she is in control, but she has already laid down her arms.
She belongs to him. But she has not let herself know
She wants to resist.
Or at least she tells herself so.
But this is not an assault from outside. It is a mutiny from within.
A coup. A rising in her blood. An insurrection in her bones. The rebellion of her skin.
Her desire confronts her. Her hunger weakens her. Her yearning betrays her.
She instructs herself she will not fall. Yet she is falling.
She promises herself she will not submit. But her submission thrills her.
She pretends she is in control, but she has already laid down her arms.
She belongs to him. But she has not let herself know
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