08-14-2016, 10:00 AM
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
He touches me but I welcome it. I feel wanted, desired. Never had I ever experienced this before nor had I ever acted as so. Though others would be repulsed, I value this man. I bask in the ribbons for his longing gaze, the brush of his gnarled hide.
I am silk and he is burlap. I melt against him and dare not leave (no do I wish to) leave him. He moves around me and my pewter eyes only watch him, the ripple of muscle under tatter skin, a darkness seeping around the stitching like an child's fiercely loved doll.
When he speaks, I find myself grounded once again. The vibrations that surge my ears, dancing along my nerves and spine. I can feel him play along my ribs, stroking my hips. He curls around me like a thick black mist to whispers against my skin. I do not know how to answer his question but I want to know.
I want to know everything.
"Tell me. I want to hear your words...your voice." I feel myself whispering while coiled tightly to him, close and secret. I only move to break away from him to sanctuary in the thicket and overgrowth of ferns and brambles. The sunrise temporarily blinds the silver depths of my vision and I am unsure I could bear not seeing him even only for a few moments.
And so I beckon him to follow with my face over my shoulder before moving my frame deeper into the embrace of the still sleeping forest.
I am silk and he is burlap. I melt against him and dare not leave (no do I wish to) leave him. He moves around me and my pewter eyes only watch him, the ripple of muscle under tatter skin, a darkness seeping around the stitching like an child's fiercely loved doll.
When he speaks, I find myself grounded once again. The vibrations that surge my ears, dancing along my nerves and spine. I can feel him play along my ribs, stroking my hips. He curls around me like a thick black mist to whispers against my skin. I do not know how to answer his question but I want to know.
I want to know everything.
"Tell me. I want to hear your words...your voice." I feel myself whispering while coiled tightly to him, close and secret. I only move to break away from him to sanctuary in the thicket and overgrowth of ferns and brambles. The sunrise temporarily blinds the silver depths of my vision and I am unsure I could bear not seeing him even only for a few moments.
And so I beckon him to follow with my face over my shoulder before moving my frame deeper into the embrace of the still sleeping forest.
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