DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Perhaps, in the end, they’d get their rewards and gifts and sacrifices regardless of the pace. No termination of the pleasure; a continuing, consistent plume of carnal desires and infernal, wanton releases, until they were unfurled and undone and content; satisfied with the sinuous releases.
Of which he was endlessly bemused; as she trembled, as she mewled, as she panted, snagging on the quick inhalations and following through on another flick of his tongue, on a light nip of his teeth, on the roll of his mouth upon her over and over again. The catch of his name echoing against the walls and over the wooden frames, intertwining with the restless intonations of his heart caused an inward shudder – and he might’ve caught on her flesh a little more tenderly, a little more lustful.
Persistent with the chase (eternally a rapacious hunter, unrelenting in his pursuit), his lips traced lines and words along her skin; strokes and caresses in silent rumbles, some senseless, some innate, some unsaid for now in their unholy graces. In their minatory intentions. “All right?” was another chiseling of his vocals upon inner thighs, ensuring she was ready before everything else.
Of which he was endlessly bemused; as she trembled, as she mewled, as she panted, snagging on the quick inhalations and following through on another flick of his tongue, on a light nip of his teeth, on the roll of his mouth upon her over and over again. The catch of his name echoing against the walls and over the wooden frames, intertwining with the restless intonations of his heart caused an inward shudder – and he might’ve caught on her flesh a little more tenderly, a little more lustful.
Persistent with the chase (eternally a rapacious hunter, unrelenting in his pursuit), his lips traced lines and words along her skin; strokes and caresses in silent rumbles, some senseless, some innate, some unsaid for now in their unholy graces. In their minatory intentions. “All right?” was another chiseling of his vocals upon inner thighs, ensuring she was ready before everything else.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
