24 July - Original - Tempest

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Title: Tempest
Day/Theme: July 24 – “I don't see anybody that dear to me.”
Series: Original
Rating: M-MA


Once,

We were like fireflies in the night, forever circling but never staying – always flickering in and out of touch – like a flickersmut against the window panes and sweat would condense against our skins, and our lips would join time and time again swallowing and sharing.

We were eager, and imbued with essence of the other, but like ships – we would pass once, twice,thrice in our lifetimes, never circling, always missing except when we docked our legs down in the water, under the salt and wind, watching our eyes dim with the lights and hearing our laughter rip roar through the night sky.

We would navigate with ease and grace, of fingertips stroking against inner thigh, raised heartbeats of flesh against grain of skin, foreheads against another in pure darkness, with only touch for taste.

You were the world in my hand for an hour.

And I would tell you my very secrets, I would stroke them down your spine and inscribe them across your shoulder blades so you would carry a piece of me in your travels, wherever you went, and in all the ports that you set down, at least in spirit I was with you.

That was then, this is now.