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12 July - Original - Love.
Title: Love.
Day/Theme: July 12 – “Sometimes You Hear the Bullets”
Rating: M-MA
Summary: A prayer uttered on the winds.
She held herself still as not to disturb that little infinitesimal tear that slowly rolled it way down her cheekbone, cold and sharp as it was. These were moments to be savoured in silence before the world exploded into light and reality and the bitter taste of chocolate circulating over her taste buds.
Breathing slowly in and out through the mouth, she wanted to be anywhere but here. She envisioned being wrapped around his frame, hidden underneath the pitch blackness, muted noise reverberating in her ears of artillery fire, or the popcorn machines at the fair, she couldn’t quite distinguish the sound under his wings, under his mouth.
She wanted that moment under the stars watching him exhale and inhale the blankness of it all dying with the ember of the flame that was never far from his lips.
She wanted her wanderlust back, he who would drive her under the surface, only to wind himself upwards, extending his tongue into orifices where legs should shut, kissing of the inner thigh and knee and it would drive her insane, that fulfillment of the flesh and how it fucking killed her one breath at a time, that such passionate arrogance should exist so much, that she'd walk the trip line back and forth.
She wanted him to save her, she wanted to love him like no other, she wanted peace last of all.
With that in mind, she closed her eyes and prayed that he heard her call.
Day/Theme: July 12 – “Sometimes You Hear the Bullets”
Rating: M-MA
Summary: A prayer uttered on the winds.
She held herself still as not to disturb that little infinitesimal tear that slowly rolled it way down her cheekbone, cold and sharp as it was. These were moments to be savoured in silence before the world exploded into light and reality and the bitter taste of chocolate circulating over her taste buds.
Breathing slowly in and out through the mouth, she wanted to be anywhere but here. She envisioned being wrapped around his frame, hidden underneath the pitch blackness, muted noise reverberating in her ears of artillery fire, or the popcorn machines at the fair, she couldn’t quite distinguish the sound under his wings, under his mouth.
She wanted that moment under the stars watching him exhale and inhale the blankness of it all dying with the ember of the flame that was never far from his lips.
She wanted her wanderlust back, he who would drive her under the surface, only to wind himself upwards, extending his tongue into orifices where legs should shut, kissing of the inner thigh and knee and it would drive her insane, that fulfillment of the flesh and how it fucking killed her one breath at a time, that such passionate arrogance should exist so much, that she'd walk the trip line back and forth.
She wanted him to save her, she wanted to love him like no other, she wanted peace last of all.
With that in mind, she closed her eyes and prayed that he heard her call.