DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
They were selfish and selfless persistence intertwined; taking, giving, obtaining, granting, grasping, proffering – only theirs are unspoken, but tangible lines, threads plucked and strummed, a hum in the decibels, an assortment of accompanied lilts and strains. He took her higher and higher, molten and infernal, the tempos cast for her melodies and tunes, the pitch and harmony of a laugh caught within a moan’s reverie. The challenge remained, christening and crooning at his senses, and he held it together purposefully, machinations still at work while their bodies laced and wove, mischief on the prowl with his minatory grace, with his feral eloquence. Caught somewhere in between were her incandescent vows and her wanton sighs; he trailed after bucking hips and desperations, on the fringe, on the brink, on the precipice, growling, intending for her to be the first, only victors here, no spoils. There were a few moments where his composure was almost entirely gone; the roots torn asunder, the foundations cracking and fumbling on shaking, mercenary tangents, the sanction of pleasure, of ardor, too immense, too intense, her mouth on his ear, her breath along his skin.But she shattered before; and he tried to hide the smirk against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, pressing, caressing, stroking, stoking, fanning the flames there with teeth and tongue along flesh, a rasp as she crashed, as she keened, as she mewled. His name on her lips only made him follow, one hand pressed into her waist, pushing her further into his loins, hips bucking and core rippling, a hallowed sound on his gasp, on the pull of sensations coiling into his soul. Perhaps the only consecration and bliss he’d be allotted, allowed, permitted, shuddering along his frame, his figure, taut and rigid, boneless the next, the overwhelming wake suffocating every nuance except satisfaction, contentment, pleasure; rich and scintillating, driven savage, wild, untamed on its extortions. The beast called her name on a guttural, rapturous interlude, hovered and harpooned its sacred chords on her skin, as his mouth slid, as his head bowed, as he seemed in prayer, in reverential decrees and degrees. His lips found her pulse and savored beneath the quick measures, breath billowing along sated salt, forgetting entirely that his mane was still covered in soap, the rapacity an unearthly, otherworldly contortion rankling through his veins. So he hummed instead, laughing, chuckling, at the amount of distractions instilled.
Unite and spread the heart apart
