Disclaimer: Mature
I'll tell you my sins & you can sharpen your knife
the night feels alive, dragging on with the cresendo of lovers' promise; cradling the warmth of them in the velvet crush of midnight eternal. up above, the clouds float heavy with misty-rain, and the quivering, opal moon watches as euryale folds into his embrace; curling around him, with each carnal whisper.
beneath the mountains, they were but one ominous shadow of passion and dare. entwined, sensuously, against each other. her body tangled with his. tangled, in heat. tangled, in fevor. despite his dangerous appeal, her heart beats too fiercely, to feel completely cautious in his presence. for him alone, her heart bleeds raw and wanton. like a wild rose she unfurls around him. devouring his touch by the silver light of the moon.
into his arms, she finally sighs. his wings, crowns high above them; cradling, their universe in a sea of black and golden satin. she loves the way his whiskey breath buries, hotly, into her skin; into the tangled length of her mane that dances, flush, against his face. each caress of him lingers with desirous promise. each touch of him burns with devilish need. kissing silk skin, with such wicked adoration.
beneath the gold of his feathers, his words felt nothing more than a hot blur of heat and hunger against her sweet, rose-dusted flesh. along her skin, he leaves a fevered trail of kisses. full of longing, they pierce with their lovebites. they feel like ecstacy. caging her soul in a sanctuary of wicked delight; such dark, sensual kisses. bringing yet another sigh, to smother delicately upon her lips.
how he sings against her body. brushing her flesh with the devil's song. he whispers serpent words of lust and desire. he offers the delicious temptation. he is the golden apple, tinged in the sweetest, darkest poison - to make even the gods, themselves; blush. and who is she, to not feel temptation? to not take a bite of its divine flesh, and swallow?
o, he feels like euphoria. like darkness purring wickedly against her curves. grasping her in the decadent ritual of touch. to join him in his sins. to join him in his warmth. to feel the naked shadows of him, tangled against her slender limbs; the way his powerful wings, draws her into an embrace. thick. heady. feathering hungerily above them like fingertips running, over lace. all silently screaming; want you. need you. have you. devour you.
to feel him in the shadows, makes her heart growl with hunger and need and violence. he makes her heart, burst, with each silk touch of revelation. fluttering with sinful abandon, beneath the bone-white of her ribs. the wanting echoes like the howl of a wolf. yawning, beneath the cage of her breast; where passion blossoms, into a wicked, hungry animal. searing, against flesh and tearing into red, red ribbons of amorous yearning. she loves him for his wickedness and her heart only covets for the darkness, seething in him.
with every touch her heart burns and burns and burns. each of his kiss leaves a promise of sin. each of his kiss, is bold and carnal and tempting. there is nothing gentle about him, as he moves down her neck. there is nothing soft in the fire of his lust; that carves into her flesh, with such passionate male need. need, enough to burn the whole world asunder.
even his breath feels sharp and intoxicating. his crooning voice drifting like smokescreen, poisoning her rationality. o, there is a doctrinal hunger in the way his lips, so eagerly travels and descends down, down, down. burying, into the silken arc of her neck. into the sweet perfume of her skin and hair, that now dances with the keen scent of him.
she feels beautifully bruised, as the sharpness of his teeth, buries against her flesh like a forbidden prayer. the sharp ritual of his kiss, that razors possessively against her skin. kissing sins, and devouring religions, with each breathy growl of adamant need. and who is she to deny the devil? she will not deny the devil, fore the devil lives in her - as she lives in, him.
"then you must be the cleverest devil of them all,"
instead of drifting away, this time she drinks in his millionaire-cologne, and tastes his poison upon her lips. he whispers of rage, want, desire, hate and love, and euryale all but laughs softly, as she leans into the strength of his body. pressing her pale breast against the defined muscles of his chest; so that he may yet feel the tender songs of wicked ruination, burning in her heart. so that he may learn he is not alone in his wanting.
she is the prayer to his altar. she is the song to his flame. she is the ardent subservience to his master. and how fervent her worship. how fervent her voice. every touch is europhic, as she melts deeper into his embrace. every breath is heaven, as her lips flutter against his ear with another wild purr of righteous hunger; skin on skin, till their breathing falls into the same rhythmic pattern of wild, dark longing.
"want. need. have. hurt."
she speaks slowly, murmuring into his neck; her voice a husky tease, brushing over his skin like scripture. a sensual hiss leaves her lips, with her eyelids fluttering close as their obsidian lashes caresses porcelain cheekbones. she tilts her neck, and gives into the intoxicating surrender of his wants. all around them the world becomes such a blur. all around them the world fades to black, and she is drowning in his religion. she is drowning in him. she throws her head back with a soft, delicate moan, to take all his hunger.
"love, is all these things."
as he pulls back, she presses into him. she whispers breathily against him. her lips shall caress his cheek. tracing his skin with a single, sharp fang. all around them, the loosened rose petals begin to shimmer and float upon the air. crushing its fragrance into the tangled length of his hair. running, beneath the curve of his jaw, like playful fingertips. the petals drift for a hungry, wanting moment; floating for a few seconds, then falling upon him. swaying in a curtain of blood-red, as they drift to land across his spine with their ghost-kiss.
"but most of all, love is surrender."
her azure ribbons, now becomes a hundred grasping arms; bursting like angelfire, as the azure reaches for his neck. collapsing around him in an ethereal hug. how they bow beneath him. how they shiver, writhing like blue scales beneath the weight of his frame. digging into his shoulders, like misty nails. she has been in love once; and it cost her, dearly. she vows to never fall in love again. she could love him for the evening. but at what cost? surely, for the price of her soul, she shivers to think.
"and you don't seem the type of man to surrender,"
this time it is she who drags her fangs across his flesh, and tastes. raking her teeth down his brow, as she seeks him in the dark. planting a string of passionate kisses along his jawline, till she finds his lips and kisses him there; softly. slowly. tenderly. and though their hearts were worlds apart, in a kiss, she feels like they've shared an eternity together.
"could you surrender;
even for one
evening?"
the only heaven i'll be sent to
is when i'm alone with you
beneath the mountains, they were but one ominous shadow of passion and dare. entwined, sensuously, against each other. her body tangled with his. tangled, in heat. tangled, in fevor. despite his dangerous appeal, her heart beats too fiercely, to feel completely cautious in his presence. for him alone, her heart bleeds raw and wanton. like a wild rose she unfurls around him. devouring his touch by the silver light of the moon.
into his arms, she finally sighs. his wings, crowns high above them; cradling, their universe in a sea of black and golden satin. she loves the way his whiskey breath buries, hotly, into her skin; into the tangled length of her mane that dances, flush, against his face. each caress of him lingers with desirous promise. each touch of him burns with devilish need. kissing silk skin, with such wicked adoration.
beneath the gold of his feathers, his words felt nothing more than a hot blur of heat and hunger against her sweet, rose-dusted flesh. along her skin, he leaves a fevered trail of kisses. full of longing, they pierce with their lovebites. they feel like ecstacy. caging her soul in a sanctuary of wicked delight; such dark, sensual kisses. bringing yet another sigh, to smother delicately upon her lips.
how he sings against her body. brushing her flesh with the devil's song. he whispers serpent words of lust and desire. he offers the delicious temptation. he is the golden apple, tinged in the sweetest, darkest poison - to make even the gods, themselves; blush. and who is she, to not feel temptation? to not take a bite of its divine flesh, and swallow?
o, he feels like euphoria. like darkness purring wickedly against her curves. grasping her in the decadent ritual of touch. to join him in his sins. to join him in his warmth. to feel the naked shadows of him, tangled against her slender limbs; the way his powerful wings, draws her into an embrace. thick. heady. feathering hungerily above them like fingertips running, over lace. all silently screaming; want you. need you. have you. devour you.
to feel him in the shadows, makes her heart growl with hunger and need and violence. he makes her heart, burst, with each silk touch of revelation. fluttering with sinful abandon, beneath the bone-white of her ribs. the wanting echoes like the howl of a wolf. yawning, beneath the cage of her breast; where passion blossoms, into a wicked, hungry animal. searing, against flesh and tearing into red, red ribbons of amorous yearning. she loves him for his wickedness and her heart only covets for the darkness, seething in him.
with every touch her heart burns and burns and burns. each of his kiss leaves a promise of sin. each of his kiss, is bold and carnal and tempting. there is nothing gentle about him, as he moves down her neck. there is nothing soft in the fire of his lust; that carves into her flesh, with such passionate male need. need, enough to burn the whole world asunder.
even his breath feels sharp and intoxicating. his crooning voice drifting like smokescreen, poisoning her rationality. o, there is a doctrinal hunger in the way his lips, so eagerly travels and descends down, down, down. burying, into the silken arc of her neck. into the sweet perfume of her skin and hair, that now dances with the keen scent of him.
she feels beautifully bruised, as the sharpness of his teeth, buries against her flesh like a forbidden prayer. the sharp ritual of his kiss, that razors possessively against her skin. kissing sins, and devouring religions, with each breathy growl of adamant need. and who is she to deny the devil? she will not deny the devil, fore the devil lives in her - as she lives in, him.
instead of drifting away, this time she drinks in his millionaire-cologne, and tastes his poison upon her lips. he whispers of rage, want, desire, hate and love, and euryale all but laughs softly, as she leans into the strength of his body. pressing her pale breast against the defined muscles of his chest; so that he may yet feel the tender songs of wicked ruination, burning in her heart. so that he may learn he is not alone in his wanting.
she is the prayer to his altar. she is the song to his flame. she is the ardent subservience to his master. and how fervent her worship. how fervent her voice. every touch is europhic, as she melts deeper into his embrace. every breath is heaven, as her lips flutter against his ear with another wild purr of righteous hunger; skin on skin, till their breathing falls into the same rhythmic pattern of wild, dark longing.
she speaks slowly, murmuring into his neck; her voice a husky tease, brushing over his skin like scripture. a sensual hiss leaves her lips, with her eyelids fluttering close as their obsidian lashes caresses porcelain cheekbones. she tilts her neck, and gives into the intoxicating surrender of his wants. all around them the world becomes such a blur. all around them the world fades to black, and she is drowning in his religion. she is drowning in him. she throws her head back with a soft, delicate moan, to take all his hunger.
as he pulls back, she presses into him. she whispers breathily against him. her lips shall caress his cheek. tracing his skin with a single, sharp fang. all around them, the loosened rose petals begin to shimmer and float upon the air. crushing its fragrance into the tangled length of his hair. running, beneath the curve of his jaw, like playful fingertips. the petals drift for a hungry, wanting moment; floating for a few seconds, then falling upon him. swaying in a curtain of blood-red, as they drift to land across his spine with their ghost-kiss.
her azure ribbons, now becomes a hundred grasping arms; bursting like angelfire, as the azure reaches for his neck. collapsing around him in an ethereal hug. how they bow beneath him. how they shiver, writhing like blue scales beneath the weight of his frame. digging into his shoulders, like misty nails. she has been in love once; and it cost her, dearly. she vows to never fall in love again. she could love him for the evening. but at what cost? surely, for the price of her soul, she shivers to think.
this time it is she who drags her fangs across his flesh, and tastes. raking her teeth down his brow, as she seeks him in the dark. planting a string of passionate kisses along his jawline, till she finds his lips and kisses him there; softly. slowly. tenderly. and though their hearts were worlds apart, in a kiss, she feels like they've shared an eternity together.
even for one
evening?"
is when i'm alone with you
