| incubus cry "incubus" and let slip the hounds of my passion. cobalt blue eyes peer at me unblinking across the silicon sea, promises of passion and satiation and degradation I whisper to myself as the blood red garnets at my fingertips shower me with fire. fire born in me and borne by me. the curve of an angular touch. fingertips sliding over the pink meringue of breasts as a single gasp of a barrier crossed is lost in the soft, silent sigh of a soul fighting for survival in the warmth of a lovers embrace. faces touching. but not one another as explorations become frontiers toppled and a slow, wet, warm thought spreads like a lacework comforter across thighs and eyes and hands absorbed into the dance of lies given over to the truth of attraction striking sparks in the darkness of curiosity made impossible desire. and filled with the taste of you. for now. copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv). |
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