DEIMOS
Committed to the arches and curves by memory, the persuasion of his motions held her over until they crested, met their peaks, and she shuddered around him with those satisfying nuances and noises. A tightening, stretching nuance from sternum to spine, contorting over his soul in some rapacious, greedy edge; but still not taking his instant until she had hers. He muffled another round of laughter into her ear, a breath against her cheek, before following after in his own release; waves and shocks of pleasure rippling through until he joined her in the distorted reveries.
Not peeling back but very aware of their surroundings, he couldn’t help but chuckle, press his mouth against the rise of her shoulder blade, letting them rest and settle and return to something in the illustrious haze, her body upright and over his, legs still clenched along hips and waist. “Probably not what they had in mind for the task,” and he flickered the water away from them again, as if the whole thing had been momentarily forgotten.
Not peeling back but very aware of their surroundings, he couldn’t help but chuckle, press his mouth against the rise of her shoulder blade, letting them rest and settle and return to something in the illustrious haze, her body upright and over his, legs still clenched along hips and waist. “Probably not what they had in mind for the task,” and he flickered the water away from them again, as if the whole thing had been momentarily forgotten.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
