Amalia
the shield of safrin
He asks and she delivers, shivering under his ministrations, soft gasps and brazen mewls pealing from her coral lips. He knows the notes to play upon her, the ways to make her sing; Amalia arches, a bow, a cello, low soft moans in her smoky alto filling the space where he they live. Sinful and succulent he traces the curves of her body, making each nerve and sinew sing, thoughts of doubt and fears for the world chased away by the heat of his tongue. Here, in this space, the girl is safe; here her shoulders do not ache from the weight of mountainous insecurities, the trials and failures and glaring inadequacies that fester and boil inside her mind.
He is her lighthouse, her bastion, her haven, and she did not realize just how much she needed this respite from the storm. Fluid and flagrant she eases into him, letting her brain concede to her body, letting baser urges change her from Shield of Safrin to simply his. His scorching tongue, his searing kisses, the way he plays along her core; it makes her figure shudder and shiver, completion rising closer and closer to the surface of her soul. Long nails tangle in the basket, tearing a little as she grasps and gasps, her hips rising up, sweat on her sternum, dark eyes closed in rapturous delight. "Deimos," she murmurs, howls, prays, sings into the sinful air as her toes curl and her body shakes. "Please, I want... to feel you-"
And her hands reach down to try and tug him back up to her, wanting him, needing him to fill her completely, to push away her lingering darkness and ride with her into the sun.
He is her lighthouse, her bastion, her haven, and she did not realize just how much she needed this respite from the storm. Fluid and flagrant she eases into him, letting her brain concede to her body, letting baser urges change her from Shield of Safrin to simply his. His scorching tongue, his searing kisses, the way he plays along her core; it makes her figure shudder and shiver, completion rising closer and closer to the surface of her soul. Long nails tangle in the basket, tearing a little as she grasps and gasps, her hips rising up, sweat on her sternum, dark eyes closed in rapturous delight. "Deimos," she murmurs, howls, prays, sings into the sinful air as her toes curl and her body shakes. "Please, I want... to feel you-"
And her hands reach down to try and tug him back up to her, wanting him, needing him to fill her completely, to push away her lingering darkness and ride with her into the sun.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
