"Of course I do. Every part of me is singing with it, and I--" Cut off by tight fingers gripping at her crown of curls, it's with a siren's soft moan and the feel of his smile against her touch that she melts forward. It's well-timed, lest she become untethered and mad for sensation - and there's always a possibility for that later, too.
A name is a curious thing - an identity separate from that which she has always been. She's unsure the likes the prospect; does a bed of flowers need a name for each separate bloom? If not, why then should they prise each other apart so?
But he has mentioned it, and he would not have done without reason. And so she considers a new moniker. "Dahlia," she decides, the sound full and breathy on her tongue. "A perennial, I believe. It means devotion." Smiling, her touch migrates from his lips to the strong curve of his jawline. "And you?"
A name is a curious thing - an identity separate from that which she has always been. She's unsure the likes the prospect; does a bed of flowers need a name for each separate bloom? If not, why then should they prise each other apart so?
But he has mentioned it, and he would not have done without reason. And so she considers a new moniker. "Dahlia," she decides, the sound full and breathy on her tongue. "A perennial, I believe. It means devotion." Smiling, her touch migrates from his lips to the strong curve of his jawline. "And you?"
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
