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Click hereThe killing glances
of torture made sacred
surround my heart,
press down on my lungs,
and spill out my blood.
Fingertip knives scar,
but all I feel
is satin soft skin.
Lips and tongue,
featherlight flutters,
while ivory razors
sink deep.
Lust lets you press,
slide and shudder
your athame deep,
while all I feel
is the cock rhythm
in wet, willing, warmth,
while my body curls
in waves of ecstasy.
Every "little death"
leaves dissatisfaction,
to push closer still
to the thin barrier
and beg for the danger.
More biting kisses,
bruising touches,
suffocating glances,
until my body slices
the mortal veil
in one, final orgasm.
the back of our heads....
Would it be worth it??
I think so
; )
Powerful words and images
you keep getting better and better
thank you
Athame baffles me too, I have to admit, but this is a vivid piece of writing and has made me want more from a writer new to me.
Rough sex or bloody ritual?
At least I learned a new word
among the cutting climaxes
Enough similar sounds to keep
the blood and words flowing.
the evocative images compel the reader to savor this one - very well done
Lots of good, vivid imagery here, and a great statement about the need to press ever closer. :)