You hold me captivated with your teeth.
I writhe in your embrace, falling deeper into the Hush that descends like curtained breath.
Burrowing into your chest, you thread your fingers through my hair, holding me tighter, tighter, tighter still. Your arm around my waist; these ropes are organic and they sway and quiver, unbreakable. We are bound together. We are forever linked. We did not ask for this, but this is what Is, and the gods smile down on us, laughing a hearty laugh, causing my eyes to twinkle in surrender.
We are forever linked, and you can take certain liberties with me because I belong to you and you belong with me and that is a signature on a dotted line that most will never see. We hold a secret inside ourselves, inside the jewelry-box that is the heart, and these tears are infused with magick.
You are not letting go and I am not leaving and together we bounce on the waves of evolution, lightning criss-crossing our paths, sewing us together, pointing us toward the fire. I walk into the crucible and you watch, holding the string that tethers me to you. My screams filter out of the fire and catch the ear of your poisonous darts. I don’t mind being stung; rather, I twist and undulate my body, arcing my flesh in the way of your sting. You overtake me; you overcome me; you possess me and I become even more your own. A Khandroma with a home. A Skydancer owned.
A pearl for the Dragon, a gem for the Miner; you sweep the field of my body, and I fall prey to you, spilling forth my essence, wetting your lips with my blood, bucking hips and you know you will have feast enough tonight. But it is not just for tonight, my dearest love; you have me and you hold me and I belong in these arms. Tears leap from my eyes, make up running down my cheeks, and my body shudders with release, with orgasm after orgasm, my mouth agape until you feed me your fingers and I suck hungrily; I can’t ignore the reflex that is my oral fixation, and I don’t want to ignore but embrace embrace EMBRACE as you hold your hand over my beating heart, counting my breaths like beads of a mala.
WE WILL GET TO HEAVEN YET.
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Blair
2 years ago
That’s an absolutely beautiful image! Something I hope to find one day myself!
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Dreamwalker
2 years ago
Lub-dub. One.
Lub-dub. Two.
Lub-dub. Three.
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A racing kicking is your response to me inside the womb of your heart. A kicking of us growing in there, growing yet through the multi-dimensionality of things like this, not gaining in size or maturing. Just growing. Growing deeper, perhaps. But up or down or in or out has no meaning; only intensity.
I slide my fingers into your mouth, deeper and deeper, in rhythm with your breathing. And I find my breathing matched to yours. How wonderfully intimate it is to be embraced like this, to breach your physical boundary like this, to go from without to within, from the stark coldness outside to the warm, moist softness inside. The deeper I go, the more you open up, and the deeper I go, the wetter your tears become.
When will this end?
Never, I hope.
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