Amalia
the shield of safrin
If she is soaked in insecurity then he is a drying sun, warming her with the flame of his kisses, drying the droplets with a brazen tongue. She purrs beneath the ministrations, arcing her back in eager invitation, nimble toes working eagerly to pull his pants down from his waist. A sharp inhalation is released as a moan as his teeth graze over the shell of her ear, curling smoke and fervent embers, heat and lust and helpless ardor. Yours, her body seems to whisper, to howl and scream and gasp and claw. Yours and yours and yours and yours.
Hips rising up in invitation, Amalia whimpers as his mouth drifts low. She throws her head back on the pillow, biting her lips as her dark eyes close, her skin exposed beneath his caresses, goose-bumped and flushed as her heart beats hard. Fingers coil back into his dark hair, a little bit grumpy she can reach nothing else; her feet, meanwhile, continue their mission of shoving the sweatpants off his waist. He is teasing, taunting, his soft mouth hovering, moments away from touching her skin. Ah, but she wants it, and Amalia arches, emblazoned and yearning, eager and aching, her body offered up to him. He wants her wanton and the girl obliges, alto voice raising in a pleading hum. "Deimos," she purrs into the air between them, tantalizing, taunting, playing, praying. "Show me how you want me."
Hips rising up in invitation, Amalia whimpers as his mouth drifts low. She throws her head back on the pillow, biting her lips as her dark eyes close, her skin exposed beneath his caresses, goose-bumped and flushed as her heart beats hard. Fingers coil back into his dark hair, a little bit grumpy she can reach nothing else; her feet, meanwhile, continue their mission of shoving the sweatpants off his waist. He is teasing, taunting, his soft mouth hovering, moments away from touching her skin. Ah, but she wants it, and Amalia arches, emblazoned and yearning, eager and aching, her body offered up to him. He wants her wanton and the girl obliges, alto voice raising in a pleading hum. "Deimos," she purrs into the air between them, tantalizing, taunting, playing, praying. "Show me how you want me."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
