Drabble: Sensuality
A debate about sensuality made me think in the middle of the night. So I wrote this thing which had...108 words originally, and since I rather like the notion that a drabble be exactly 100 words, I removed some words for this:
Eyelids closed over ever-elusive eyes, showing the greater vulnerability with soft eyelashes brushing the skin.
Eyebrows knitted as if in elated pain.
Lips held a bit opened, the lower left there, falling slightly, opening the mouth as a drop of blood opens a wound.
High cheekbones, unmarked, perfectly painted by the shadows.
Head tilted up faintly, extending a delectable neck and tempting Gods to mar its perfection.
The whole body somehow arching upwards, back curved, arms held open, toes tipped.
The scene was perfect with its abandon, its trust.
An offering, to whoever watched.
Sean wondered, sometimes, if Viggo knew.
Eyelids closed over ever-elusive eyes, showing the greater vulnerability with soft eyelashes brushing the skin.
Eyebrows knitted as if in elated pain.
Lips held a bit opened, the lower left there, falling slightly, opening the mouth as a drop of blood opens a wound.
High cheekbones, unmarked, perfectly painted by the shadows.
Head tilted up faintly, extending a delectable neck and tempting Gods to mar its perfection.
The whole body somehow arching upwards, back curved, arms held open, toes tipped.
The scene was perfect with its abandon, its trust.
An offering, to whoever watched.
Sean wondered, sometimes, if Viggo knew.