Κυριακή, 22 Δεκεμβρίου 2013

penumbra


we are both moving slow, real slow, in the speed rocks melt into shape. we are redefining the notion of "slow-motion". tonight is the longest night of the world, we have stretched the fabric of time and we shall continue to do so for one and only reason: lust! the penumbra in the bedroom provides us with the perfect setting. we can see each other, but we can lose each other too. we don't lose touch, we interchange. each new position becomes instantly your favourite. you like looking yourself in the mirror and you like seeing yourself in my eyes, but your all-time high is hearing me describe how you look like through my eyes.
against the wall, being choked, tender back lying on the hardwood, feet reaching for the ceiling, respiration, tied and begging, not allowed to scream, not allowed to cum, asking for more, a hurricane that breaks our bed, and there we are again on the soft mattress, moving ever so slow and my fingers wiping your tears. soft-spoken commands and moanings are heard as whispers.
every night is the longest one; we have created the land where the night lasts twelve months per year and we are not leaving it.

love is not a four-letter word; it's ten fingers being held as tight as if your life would end were they to part.



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