I held him in dominion, gently as he wept, licking the salt from off his skin. I made love in placid locus, bereaved him of his breath while rapt in angry fervor. He made my body his shelter, trembled on a precipice, worshiped while inside... surrendered, left surfeit and succumbed. In wild nights and tempestuous days we loved like King and
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I called you just to hear you tell me that ennui was a bullshit notion. I love it from your lips. -winking-
You're always there...
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Every time I hear your voice I think of how hard it must be to miss the sound of it. I love your voice, Red.
I always will be, forever
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There are things I remember... not the way it used to be, but the way it was in my mind... that person, you know? The strength, the weakness, the intolerable cruelty, the agonizing surrender. Never once though did I find in him a fool... and only barely a coward. But now it's ridiculousness. It's almost a mockery of what it once was. And on top of that, the sheer naivety is appalling. So unlike him.
So damn disappointing.
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