Giving my self a break from shaden at least for now. So heres this, inspired by a paintign and a song.
He lay next to her on the bed, she in his arms, his body curled round hers protecting her from the world. He could feel the heat of her, feel her soft pale his in his hands, fell the pressure of her body against his. He lowered his face into her hair breathing the scent in deeply, filling his head with lust for her. The room was semi dark, the night natural black disrupted by the moonlight that spilled through the windows, her skin glowed in that twilight, he kissed her head, and relaxed. The feel of her wrapped in his arms made him feel completely safe, as if she would never leave and be his forever.
She shifted he held his breath guilt at waking her flooding him; she muttered something then returned to her rest. The candle that was by the bed guttered and was then extinguished the sulphurous smell mixing with the scent of her body.
He could hear nothing in the dark, even the brightly lit street outside was quiet, as if in respect of her rest, the world slept as she did, she commanded a legion of souls, his most of all yet he resisted her spell of sleep so he could lie here now watching the slow rise and fall of her breast and feel the beat of her heart. He kissed he again, and slept.
2 comments:
I liked that, short, sweet, and honest.
Theres a part of me that wants to say I wish it were longer, but then in retrospect, most of the charm of that peice is due to its brevity.
Question: Was that written to be a lit. piece, or were you just speaking from the heart, so to speak?
i assume by lit piece you mean a piece for school.. if so no... i only do sciences and maths at school now.... it was a strange tiem a few weeks ago.
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