Put it all Together
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Category:
Original - Misc › Modern Lit
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
935
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Put it all Together
You look harder, the rustle of fabric, the pink thigh that blends into the golden bracelet. A mosaic of healthy skin, flushed with mirth and desire. Pieces of cloth, swathed against the glistening bodies that smile and invite.
Invite.
Flirtatious lips, minced to perfection with the coyest of glances. The pinkness of the mouth, and the darkness of the sensual eyes.
Concentrate.
A splash of wine skims across your face, stinging the thin cut across your jaw. Sobbing rings out, and at once is engulfed by the warmth of flesh and the wetness of juice. Sobbing quickly replaced by the pleasures of succumbing.
An endless dance, the swirls of color, the smell of wine, and perfume are overpowered by the secretion of earthly nectar. The thick dull, grey arm snakes its way across, now a dark pink, a cherry red and finally a muddy brown.
The candles fade, and the dancing stops. A broken clock screams out as its cogs issue forth from its broken casing. Fingernails rape the sheet, tearing and invading, attempting to derive some pleasure from such a pleasureless thing. The mangled bodies, distorted faces smothered in the purple from the raging fingers that continue to scratch the surface.
Footsteps, storming out, leaving behind a mess of canvas paper and paint. The quivering thigh resting softly against the hard wooden floor.
Concentrate.
Invite.
Flirtatious lips, minced to perfection with the coyest of glances. The pinkness of the mouth, and the darkness of the sensual eyes.
Concentrate.
A splash of wine skims across your face, stinging the thin cut across your jaw. Sobbing rings out, and at once is engulfed by the warmth of flesh and the wetness of juice. Sobbing quickly replaced by the pleasures of succumbing.
An endless dance, the swirls of color, the smell of wine, and perfume are overpowered by the secretion of earthly nectar. The thick dull, grey arm snakes its way across, now a dark pink, a cherry red and finally a muddy brown.
The candles fade, and the dancing stops. A broken clock screams out as its cogs issue forth from its broken casing. Fingernails rape the sheet, tearing and invading, attempting to derive some pleasure from such a pleasureless thing. The mangled bodies, distorted faces smothered in the purple from the raging fingers that continue to scratch the surface.
Footsteps, storming out, leaving behind a mess of canvas paper and paint. The quivering thigh resting softly against the hard wooden floor.
Concentrate.