AmaLIa
shield of safrin
They sit in silent limbo, the girl captured and glad to be so, the man beneath her with sky in his eyes. She has nothing to contribute that hasn't been said, that isn't already communicated clearly by the hands on his shoulders and the way he fits between her thighs, their bodies effortlessly coming together in rest as well as passion.
For once it is he who breaks the silence, first with touch and then with words. An anthem, a tattoo, a hymn in which the girl rejoices, succumbing to his every kiss and giving back in kind. "Love you more," is the playful challenge, hummed against his mouth.
Only when she's once again had something far from her fill does she pull away again, this time intending to stand and offering her hand that he might come along. Otter fur dances over her skin, rippling across her body and leaving her nearly dry. "Dinner?"
For once it is he who breaks the silence, first with touch and then with words. An anthem, a tattoo, a hymn in which the girl rejoices, succumbing to his every kiss and giving back in kind. "Love you more," is the playful challenge, hummed against his mouth.
Only when she's once again had something far from her fill does she pull away again, this time intending to stand and offering her hand that he might come along. Otter fur dances over her skin, rippling across her body and leaving her nearly dry. "Dinner?"
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
