stretches out across her lap.,,,,the computer wants scritches...,., @no313248317
fingers tighten — entangled in his hair, a gentle tug. quiet ghost of a breath, heart of a peach. insensate with longing, alight with immolation. desire born, impossibly hungry —— something so tender to sink into. [thick, like hands filled with pieces of pomegranates ——— splitting apart like a sugar apple]. fingers prying, twisting in silken locks & how gentle and cruel. she’s tender for him, spreading bruises for deviation. her heart crawls across her chest, cruelty as the nothingness. nothing but the emptiness in her mouth and her tongue. distant from everything but him.
❛❛ are you comfy? ❜❜ soft in her tone, nearing a husk in her words. sweet and wet, cavernous heart —— nearing an empty atrium with nothing but a singular beating, red heart and blue thirium pump. [and maybe he’ll never see how it feels like a storm on coming and the burn of it inside of her, settling in every inch of her body]. bones creaking with unspoken words and pathetic feelings that will never be returned. it is no longer enough to just be gentle.
she’s sharp. always will be. rough edges, inside and out. but he’s both the other side of the coin and her reflection. the coldness, the cruelty, — she’s haunted by it. how such a threat exists so gently and how neatly he fits in the palm of her hands. [like a puppet, pulling on soft strings & the sharp sounds from his throat —— a tug, every inch of her bright as a forest fire for him. only him]. ❛❛ have i told you that those noises are very adorable? ❜❜