Amalia
the shield of safrin
The beat of his heart beneath her fingers fuels her passion even more, drawing her closer to fervor, to fire, narrow cheeks flushed with the searing delight of him. Like a bird on gusts of foamy seas she skirts across his body, coasting, gliding, flying in her pleasure, feeling him fill her like the tides. His hands are on her hip, her thighs, grasping and pulling and easing and coaxing her closer and closer to that perfect edge.
The edge where she hovers, taut as a bow, strung between those calloused hands as tight as any bow. Her fingers linger over his chest, clenching, pulling, drawing down his skin: "Deimos," she hisses into the ether, his name her hymns, her vows, her songs, the anthem of her need. She is close, so close, clenched tight around him, her pace increasing as she grinds her hips against him.
Clawed toes curling into the sheets of the bed, Amalia arches her back as release crashes over her like a wave, her head falling back, hair cascading down her back, mewls and whimpers leaving her mouth in a cacophony of his name. She wants him to reach this crescendo with her, wants to carry him along in her bliss, and so she pushes back against him, her body down upon his skin as she searches, devours, eats and swallows, takes him between her lips and thighs with avarice and generosity, fervor and ardor.
The edge where she hovers, taut as a bow, strung between those calloused hands as tight as any bow. Her fingers linger over his chest, clenching, pulling, drawing down his skin: "Deimos," she hisses into the ether, his name her hymns, her vows, her songs, the anthem of her need. She is close, so close, clenched tight around him, her pace increasing as she grinds her hips against him.
Clawed toes curling into the sheets of the bed, Amalia arches her back as release crashes over her like a wave, her head falling back, hair cascading down her back, mewls and whimpers leaving her mouth in a cacophony of his name. She wants him to reach this crescendo with her, wants to carry him along in her bliss, and so she pushes back against him, her body down upon his skin as she searches, devours, eats and swallows, takes him between her lips and thighs with avarice and generosity, fervor and ardor.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
