DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Some corresponding challenge seemed interwoven there, or his interpretation of goading and invocations, because he would have kept going, going, going, had the quiet whimper, and the residual feeling of his trousers loosening (then tightening), not echoed in a slight gasp, a sharp inhalation against her shoulder. A rumble, a grumble, to follow, as if the fringes would pierce and laden her flesh as well.
And maybe there was a concession on his part too, because staying there on the chair wasn’t going to happen, not with the way the blood was pounding in his ears and rampantly intertwining beneath his skin. In one sharp movement, his free hand lowered, then wound along her waist, carrying her upwards as he rose too. “Not here,” was a distant murmur, a voice forgotten and rusty, laden upon her neck once more, ghosting over the shell of her ear again, as he slowly made his way out of the kitchen, Evergreen in his arms. A habitual turn of movement and motions, as if his strides ensured they’d get there, for his mind was wholly occupied, came to the aperture of his bedroom.
And maybe there was a concession on his part too, because staying there on the chair wasn’t going to happen, not with the way the blood was pounding in his ears and rampantly intertwining beneath his skin. In one sharp movement, his free hand lowered, then wound along her waist, carrying her upwards as he rose too. “Not here,” was a distant murmur, a voice forgotten and rusty, laden upon her neck once more, ghosting over the shell of her ear again, as he slowly made his way out of the kitchen, Evergreen in his arms. A habitual turn of movement and motions, as if his strides ensured they’d get there, for his mind was wholly occupied, came to the aperture of his bedroom.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
