DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
A glorified smirk made its way along his lips this time, listening, watching, as she quivered and shuddered and came apart – a distant rumble echoing upon the vestiges, a tease and a taunt and a glimmer of mischief under all the other layers. “Comforted?” But he could hear the next round of pleas, the coaxing upon his arms, the ease in which she spread out before him, and his own yearning still not sated.
But it thrummed and beat a mighty crescendo in his muscles, in his mind, in his navel, lingering on and on, a carnal, wanton ease to his hooded gaze as slowly made his way up her form. He deliberately set a leisurely pace, a crawl, as his mouth roamed over forgotten flesh and portions, in the bows of her ribs, in the curve of her stomach and lines of her hips. Only when he reached the forgotten trace of her nipple, tongue rounding along the edges, did he tilt his head, release one hand to embark further downward, creating a sheath over himself, a volley of protection for both.
But it thrummed and beat a mighty crescendo in his muscles, in his mind, in his navel, lingering on and on, a carnal, wanton ease to his hooded gaze as slowly made his way up her form. He deliberately set a leisurely pace, a crawl, as his mouth roamed over forgotten flesh and portions, in the bows of her ribs, in the curve of her stomach and lines of her hips. Only when he reached the forgotten trace of her nipple, tongue rounding along the edges, did he tilt his head, release one hand to embark further downward, creating a sheath over himself, a volley of protection for both.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
