Amalia
the shield of safrin
You could move in with me. She inhales sharply at the casual way he breathes the invitation into the space between them, dark eyes wide with wordless wonder, the air in her lungs still and trembling as she searches for secrets in his face. Does he mean it? Has she imagined it? How can he offer something so simply, lay it upon her between kisses to burn and sear upon her soul? She is nude by now, her blouse stripped fully away, bare and barren there beneath him, with nothing to offer but her endless ardor. Does he truly want her to live here with him, to carve a place of permanence, find solace in his sanctum?
"It does get lonely at the bakery," she whispers in reply, cheekbones red with warmth and wonder, assent in the helpless curl of her lips.
There is not time for more discussion, because his mouth is on her body again and Amalia is falling, falling, falling, sinking into the absolution offered by his lips. The Shield's breath shudders as he laughs into her skin, her left foot tracing along the curve of his spine, right knee slipping beneath his arm in a clear invitation for him to go further. The fingers that coil in his hair do not let up their eager grasp, willing to take all he will offer, avaricious and hungry, a space for him to fill. He has offered her home, he has offered her pleasure. He has offered her love, and she will take it all, devouring and consuming all that he is and giving herself in willing exchange.
"It does get lonely at the bakery," she whispers in reply, cheekbones red with warmth and wonder, assent in the helpless curl of her lips.
There is not time for more discussion, because his mouth is on her body again and Amalia is falling, falling, falling, sinking into the absolution offered by his lips. The Shield's breath shudders as he laughs into her skin, her left foot tracing along the curve of his spine, right knee slipping beneath his arm in a clear invitation for him to go further. The fingers that coil in his hair do not let up their eager grasp, willing to take all he will offer, avaricious and hungry, a space for him to fill. He has offered her home, he has offered her pleasure. He has offered her love, and she will take it all, devouring and consuming all that he is and giving herself in willing exchange.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
