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Profane... Profane.... The first time he calls you holy you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt. The second time, you moan gospel around his fingers. He has always surprised you into surprising yourself. He’s an angel hiding his halo behind his back, and nothing has ever felt so filthy as plucking the wings from his shoulders - undressing his softness one feather at a time. God, if you’re out there, if you’re listening, he fucks like a seraphim, and there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared me for his hands - hands that map a communion in the cradle of your hips. Hands that kiss hymns up your sides. He confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worship and, oh, you put him on his knees. When he sinks to the floor and moans like he can’t help himself, you wonder if the other angels fell so sweetly. He says his prayers between your thighs, and you dig your heels into the base of his spine until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue. You will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say, please. No damnation ever looked as cozy as this, but you fit over his hips like they were made for you. On top of him, you are an ancient god that only he remembers, and he offers up his skin. And you take it. Once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand and your heart in the other, you will have forgotten every other word except his name. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Beautiful! Happy New Year! B Everything in the world is about sex, except sex, sex is about power. - Oscar Wilde
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lovely - if you are as intelligent and articulate as your prose suggests, then you are a real catch for someone. HNY! x Contact me privately via the PM at the head of my blog page
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Lovely piece of prose - makes a change on this site!
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Hmmmm... echoes of John Travolta in "Michael?"
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