DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The begging was enough; intent fully on pushing her over the edge, instead of mingling on the boundaries. At the arch of her back, his hands searched, minding and unwinding, calloused fingers intermingling over pale flesh and reaching to pull her forward, tongue deeper, searching new angles and curves. Boneless in his grasp and seemingly spent (a sense of amusement there too, considering more to come), her squeeze along his shoulder was all he needed to persist and chase. Enticements and lures, building more and more with his mouth, with his digits, undulations and revolutions, seditious plumes and earnest considerations.
All he’d need was her outcry, the release, the uncoiling, a pleasurable liberation, providential pledge.
All he’d need was her outcry, the release, the uncoiling, a pleasurable liberation, providential pledge.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
