DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Another time,” became a heated promise and molten conviction, a distracted whisper rumbled between movements of his mouth. As luck would have it, his precisions in movement ensured they made it through the entryway, though with the tightening of her legs around his waist, the thought process minimized to either the wall or the bed; settling for the latter based on quick assessments and locations.
Lowering her down upon the threshold was another aching process; hands slipping towards her back, legs still intertwined – he muffled a laugh against her nape, leaning over until he was certain covers and blankets were beneath her figure and crimson locks were spread along canvases of nothing else. Lips eventually roamed downward again, as calloused fingers wound gently over the bottom hem of her shirt, tugging in ghostlike vestiges, purposefully teasing and toying. “Off,” was a rumbling undertone, feral between the other outward gasps.
Lowering her down upon the threshold was another aching process; hands slipping towards her back, legs still intertwined – he muffled a laugh against her nape, leaning over until he was certain covers and blankets were beneath her figure and crimson locks were spread along canvases of nothing else. Lips eventually roamed downward again, as calloused fingers wound gently over the bottom hem of her shirt, tugging in ghostlike vestiges, purposefully teasing and toying. “Off,” was a rumbling undertone, feral between the other outward gasps.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
