DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Pliant in his hands, he waited for the keen awareness of her being pushed right over the edge, dangling along a precipice, yielding to all the perilous ventures sparking and warding off in her mind. At least, that was how his felt, rising to the challenge in an unbidden rush, another moan concealed in her nape and dragged out of his lungs like a muted roar, focused entirely on her and her and her. Though the pitch of her voice was doing wonders for his own movements and motions, clenching around him just as much as her body did; a pressing need, an invocation.
The barely coherent babbling seemed to simply light a further fuse; if he wasn’t laughing into her skin, he was hovering on the plains and peripheries himself, guided by her wanton outcries and a sharper, swifter approach – tied to them perhaps going over the brim and brink together. Something about sanctity, about sanctuary, about shelters and safe harbors touched and scorched too; hand continuing to unwind, unfurl, down by her thighs, adjusting the roll of her hips and his own, altering the thrusts to drive her onward, into more than just pleas and appeals. He could feel his own release building down his spine and unfurling at the seams, closer and closer until the finality struck – muffling his moan into her mouth as the sinuous surgency rushed through - crossing those borders and fringes at her plea – then intending to usher hers right alongside.
The barely coherent babbling seemed to simply light a further fuse; if he wasn’t laughing into her skin, he was hovering on the plains and peripheries himself, guided by her wanton outcries and a sharper, swifter approach – tied to them perhaps going over the brim and brink together. Something about sanctity, about sanctuary, about shelters and safe harbors touched and scorched too; hand continuing to unwind, unfurl, down by her thighs, adjusting the roll of her hips and his own, altering the thrusts to drive her onward, into more than just pleas and appeals. He could feel his own release building down his spine and unfurling at the seams, closer and closer until the finality struck – muffling his moan into her mouth as the sinuous surgency rushed through - crossing those borders and fringes at her plea – then intending to usher hers right alongside.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
