beneath the covers i am snake. i heat up slowly.
i am still. i wait. i hunger.
i navigate flesh with flicking tongue. i slither down, over, under you, inside you. i move in slowly. rolling waters swirl, wash over me, bulging, whirling, moving hard. i move low. i slide slow. i sense storm. thunder roll, lightning crash, rain-heavy air. first rains on dry earth.
i pulse, breathe ions, i hiss. i slice through it. i lash myself to you, clasp your thighs with mine. you are sanctuary. we are heavy, we are clotted cream thick, birth warm, blood sticky, dream fluid. you are sea, you are totem. we are smudged. flames lick, spill over. we are crest, we are trough, we are nipple we are muscled thigh.
it may be time to use a little bit of fang.
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7 comments:
Yeow!
this is a fun one
well done
great use of imagery
it was like being there
grumb> sssssss! did i scare you?
ralph> interesting that you caught the mischief in that. strange mood to be in this one. i wonder if you would have, had you not been reading this blog for so long?
you know what
thats a really good question
and to be honest
i may not have
if i stumbled across the blog
today, i may not have picked up on the playfulness
who knows what i would have thought
okay, well, im pretty sure i would have thought several things
and what would those have been? (i think the snake is still here):)
Ah ha! This is where you've been hiding... I'm aroused right now.
well
things
not polite for mixed company
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