DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Sultry inhibitions, lingering along their passion and seductions, curling deep into his marrow, into his bones, a ravished declaration while his heart sang and his lungs quaked and nothing broke into fragments or pieces. For those moments before, during, and after, he was whole, he was aflame, he was better than nothing and no one, not ash, not embers, not coals, but stoked conflagrations, coming apart and together in as much reverence and rapture as he could ever muster or give. Then there seemed to be nothing but repose, locked and tangled and not dismayed, not brutalized, not barbaric, existing in the presence of sunlight and stars. Purrs of appreciation rumbled and resounded from his chest, softer sighs, lacking their sharpness, their keen, rapier munitions. It was bliss, it was contentment, it was all those moments they hadn’t been able to grasp and hold before – and maybe it made them greedy, maybe it made them wanton, maybe it made them mercenary, avaricious, acquisitive beacons, but he didn’t care. Her fingers traced along his spine and his mouth slid and slipped, purposefully dragged in soft, assuaging pulses, seeking to pervade and surround in his affections, in his ardor, in his fervency. He quivered, he quavered, skin undulating under her piercing touches and light caresses, familiar patterns soothing and curling; an uncoiling, a relaxing tempo and tempest to his muscles. Her lips ghosted over his scalp, and then seemed to recall they’d been distracted and deterred from whatever actions had taken place prior to scintillations and irreverent hymns; his grin wasn’t remotely sheepish or shy, a Cheshire indication that he’d known exactly what he was doing, and she must’ve as well. “Is it?” He murmured and whispered, entirely aware of the suds curling and foaming upon his mane.
But she tucked herself into his lap, then bent backwards, and his hands around her waist supported while she floated – angelic halos of gold eliciting a snicker, a smirk. He followed, but only for a moment, lowering his head to trace over her sternum, lips arching, sketching, detailing a path to her navel, ghosting along the water’s edges and surface, laughing upon her skin, breath light and reverberating. Only thereafter a quick tease, a swift taunt, did he mimic her motions, finding space between the rim and her, and ducked his cranium down, allowing some of the suds to dissipate into the lukewarm abyss.
Unite and spread the heart apart
