DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
It had always taken a series of moments to coax him, to peek over the walls and fortifications of his own corruption and creation; but he’d been allured, entranced, and inveigled, curiosity encouraging him to follow, a beckoning siren song begging him to approach. It had been in her eyes and in her smile and in her soul, and his had strived to match them somehow, someway, making him a far better creature, cretin, fiend, fool, than he’d ever been – breaking down and falling apart and coming together again. His reverence was for her and her alone; the memories like brushstrokes, the canvas, the tapestry, of too many sights and sounds, and he’d been deigned to name them all if given half the chance, half the moment, breathless wanton things scheming and beguiling upon the other. He was possessed, but only by her, and his essence accepted that with such an avaricious grasp, clawing its feral, wild, untamed devotions. Her hands were on his cheeks and for an instant his gaze riveted back to hers, black, onyx, sable, her murmuring soft and sweet while his smile intensified into Cheshire gambits and the comfort in their mischief, in their mayhem. “I cannot wait to win again,” he teased, he taunted, maneuvering close to her ear, tongue and teeth reaching to whisper along the shell. “What will be my reward this time?” He wanted her to shudder, to quiver, in his hands, in his hold, brought and persuaded and shifted straight back into their wiles, their pleasures; the other things left unsaid, unspoken, unless she craved the corporeal tangible versions. Me either - to either bombard poor local inhabitants on their innocent charades, to embark in the most ridiculous of follies, or just to be together, without the damned world on their shoulders.He was purposefully distracting, a menace, as she sought to continue cleaning his mane. He should’ve been appreciative, though a few purrs rectified and encouraged the measures, gaze hooded, then shut briefly, enjoying, contented. But then she was back in his fold, in his embrace, in his orbit, and he was attentive, lips smirking against her skin as he caressed pathways to her chest, mouth soft and dulcet, petalsoft, light kisses intentionally goading, provoking, incising, kindling, rousing. “I know,” he hissed, pleased with himself, despite the suds and soap lathered in his hair; tongue intent on ravishing further and further, until her arms were on his shoulders. The beast lifted his head back, blue stare adorned and traced with lust, with satisfaction, with all the shameless, savage predilections scorching in their sights. Then they reeled to her lips, lifting his chin to meet her mouth, hungry, avaricious, urging, beseeching, one hand unwinding to the back of her neck, the other still on her waist, closer it insisted; audacious and impudent.
Unite and spread the heart apart
