Vitamin Seizures

“気持ちいいぃぃぃ…” she moans, slow like syrup, as his lips slip from her neck down to the hollow of her throat. Her sounds direct his way…from underneath her chin onto her own mouth.

Tongues dance while fingers touch and clothes slide off like watercolours in rain. Cold skin takes time but eventually warms as he tastes the entire length of her nakedness, paying careful attention to lick the heat from her insides out.

They eventually burn…

…Outside in and under a sky that’s gone oyster grey. Standing in the middle between thick cobblestone walls crackling while it wets. Wondering where the memory suddenly came from – and why; and then neverminds it all, no redemption to be found in memories.

“Nothing more to do, nothing more to say. Speechless is the time here and it never goes away.”

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   17 February, 2010  

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