08-21-2016, 08:42 PM
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
I can feel his eyes plucking the strings of my movements yet he does not move. It is not until I grab his eyes, caressing them and silently calling for their attention, does he animate from his stance. Plodding of heavy weight, thick trunks for legs but razor sharp nails meeting the damp soil of autumn in haste.
I fit against him like it was always meant to be. Nothing could pull me away from the way I fit the pocket of his ribs to his hip, my own shoulder and hind end pressed against his underlying warmth, comforting my every need. He then begins when he has me captured, -no- coiled, around him. I eagerly give him my attention, my ears, my eyes.
I listen to his voice, a low lullaby, as he describes me. I am helpless (though I do not want nor desire it) beside him. Like an addict, I crave the sound of his gravely voice, the vibrations of his body against mine as he speaks. Where once my heart fluttered like a caged bird for fear of the massive stallion, it is now bursting with what I can only imagine is love, the need to care and nurture this man.
His lips on my skin make me press against him further. I want to crawl inside him and live forever surrounded by him. I could live without food, water, or sleep.
I could not live without him.
He presses back against me with the thickness of his skull, large enough to crush my own, but he is tender, careful. I can not hold back (nor would I ever try) and I meet his gaze with my own mercury colored eyes. I search them as he speaks, my own breath is catching in my throat as I anticipate what he may say but when he asks me to name what I want...I do not miss a beat-
"You. I want you."
I whisper the words close to him, they were only for him, they would only ever be for him.
I am his and he is mine.
I fit against him like it was always meant to be. Nothing could pull me away from the way I fit the pocket of his ribs to his hip, my own shoulder and hind end pressed against his underlying warmth, comforting my every need. He then begins when he has me captured, -no- coiled, around him. I eagerly give him my attention, my ears, my eyes.
I listen to his voice, a low lullaby, as he describes me. I am helpless (though I do not want nor desire it) beside him. Like an addict, I crave the sound of his gravely voice, the vibrations of his body against mine as he speaks. Where once my heart fluttered like a caged bird for fear of the massive stallion, it is now bursting with what I can only imagine is love, the need to care and nurture this man.
His lips on my skin make me press against him further. I want to crawl inside him and live forever surrounded by him. I could live without food, water, or sleep.
I could not live without him.
He presses back against me with the thickness of his skull, large enough to crush my own, but he is tender, careful. I can not hold back (nor would I ever try) and I meet his gaze with my own mercury colored eyes. I search them as he speaks, my own breath is catching in my throat as I anticipate what he may say but when he asks me to name what I want...I do not miss a beat-
"You. I want you."
I whisper the words close to him, they were only for him, they would only ever be for him.
I am his and he is mine.
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