Taunting Words. [New Glimpses of Faith - Journal]
Taunting Words.
(April 10, 2008)
It’s always the same. Taunting words. Just to further the game. ‘Harder… I know you got it in you Faith’. ‘That all you got Faith?’ Words just to drive me on. To make me bite harder after that first rush of his blood hits my tongue. Hearing his dark seductive words through the lust clouded fog that envelopes my mind, wondering if I’m just imagining that secret promise I hear in his tone. The one that promises to push me free falling over the edge for longer each time.
And he knows I can’t bite as hard. He knows I don’t have fangs like him that scrap so easily against my skin. He knows I have to bite harder. Press in deeper with my teeth. Probe further in just to keep the wound from closing. I wonder if he knows just how good he tastes. How his blood makes my tongue tingle the second it touches it. Makes me want to close my eyes just to savor the taste. I wonder if he realizes I stop before I’ve had enough. Before I’ve stopped craving. Even if I take that little bit more each time.
I can’t describe how he tastes. My words couldn’t do it justice. I know he could word how I taste better. How he craves my blood just as much as I crave his. Only his craving is different. Not sure in which way. Though I could try and guess. It’s just different. But it all comes down to one thing. That full circle connection of when his fangs are buried into my flesh and I’m sucking desperately at the wound I made in his own flesh.
Does it stop him from thinking about all the wrongs he’s done, just like I do? Make his thoughts ground to a halt and just let him feel ‘us’. Like nothing can touch us anymore because only me and him matter. Does he know I need it, just as much as him? I wonder sometimes if he knows each time he lets me… Lets me taste him… I fall in love with him that little bit more… Even as he’s tasting me… I wonder sometimes…
©(S-O-R) S&W.