i hate dreaming of being alone

DEIMOS

Spurred and stirred, a carnal, feral motivation, schisms of feverish fervor, eyes going to her white knuckles, to the hands clasping over the rim, to the shudders and insistence, the arcing provocation and incitement in his grasp. He wanted her simmering and teetering on the edge, brought to sinuous, satisfied heights, varnished and lacquered in their reams of quiet, teasing laughter, on the brim, on the quell, on the seas. Brewing and brooding gratification, bringing, bringing, bringing, a wealth of pleasures amidst the sensual, corporeal, tangible taunting.

Her hips rose, continually persistent and adamant in her silent requests, in rapaciously, hungrily, devouring and clambering over the waves. The Sword chuckled again into her skin as her leg hooked over his shoulder, not permitting his evasion, any other ploy or maneuver he might have been scheming. Hooded eyes traced over the arches of her figure, the declaration of so many other unsaid things, tilting his head to trace over the inside of her thighs again, soft and dulcet, barely more than a breath, a whisper, before finally drifting to the core of her. His lips, his mouth, his tongue, stoked and stroked, caresses of dedication and ardor, of lust and satisfaction, of love and passion; tantalizing, smoldering, catering to her release.

i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky