full of hushed wonder

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She walks slowly in the dark, bare feet against wooden boards. The door wasn’t closed so she snuck in, to watch, to sit and observe a sleeping breath, and a chest rise and fall.

It brought peace to her, the moonlight moving through the clouds and that warm heart in slumber.

Gently, she sits on the mattress, barely on the side. Stroking an arm with an absent mind.

Not completely sure why she was here and not in her room; while those thoughts run through her a wave of sensation hits her. Her hand moving up to her neck, sudden pain in her lungs.

Don’t let it take you, no oxygen under your fears.

For a moment she just sits, frozen to the spot, the only sounds are her short gasps, and as her stare falls down in panic, dark eyes star at her back in the night, a hand catching hers and grabbing on tightly. The pain in her lungs expands whirling around as if hungry for more space, a space that her body couldn’t provide.

The fingers around her hand loosen up and start to glide, dancing in unfamiliar notes.

Tones in the silence, persistent vibration lighter than a hush,

a call without the need of words.

Slowly gazing at the one peacefully laying in the bed, at those soft features that seem to harness so much in their depth. The calm of the ocean with faded stars, long-forgotten storms, and earthquakes on the verge of a break. Melted lava in chocolate pools, flames hiding under a restless skin. These cells scream of tamed passion, yet the lips only whisper softly.

Beware of matches, once lit up it will become eternal.

Her hand escapes, but never leaving those eyes, a moment of in-between a breath, and her hand moves up, thumbs tracing a touch. Fingertips slipping past a wrist and up the arm. A notion so light, that it makes the hair raise with electricity.

Past the elbow and grabbing, digging nails in. Exhale. And gently now. Up the shoulder, make circles on the surface of the waters. Through ripples of time, I taste you. Her hand moves down only to return, this time faster, more ravenous. Hungry. Inhale. She stops and stares into eyes the became the darkest coals in the universe. A voice escapes those lips that she lingers on for so long, as they seem to want to swallow her up.

Don’t stop, dance with me.

Her hand sinks in deeper into a strong shoulder, nails once again sinking into the matter of this flesh that she is so drawn to. Deeply, strongly, without hesitation. Strong pull on a million strings.

Release love, you don’t want to get burned before you could light up. She trambles from that overpowering voice, heated honey on ruthless steel. Together, a delight that speaks of mayhem. Sweet insanity under the moon.

Trace me, learn me.

This beautiful creature calls me, pulls me in. Her fingers glade against the collar bone, the neck, a jaw that speaks of sharpness, but that curves into a softness of a cheek. A hand slips to the back of the neck and grabs the hair at the bottom, pushing the head to the side. Strength, power, ultimate hunger. Deep breaths. Lips settle on a smoothed outline of a neck, they sink in with lightness that sings with tenderness.

I will be both to you. She speaks in an overtaking murmur. Not one or the other, just a galaxy that forgot to breathe. In the cosmos there is cold. In this bed there is you, and that lits a fire under my bones.

You need to keep dancing within me. A hoarse voice whispers, on the edge of insanity covered in sugary syrup.

Dark orbs stare at her as she moves away just inches to inspect her muse. She tries not to sink too deeply into them. She makes herself speak in this quiet room, to the body lying beside her.

Do you want to tell me something, do you want me to stop moving? Those eyes call her as intensely as that voice that she hears next.

Delicious, isn’t it?

What is? She asks, barely breathing, her senses taking over her mind. No straight thought in sight.

To experience me... to experience us?

It burns my tongue.

That must mean you’re doing it right. Those sheets slipt too easy, hand grazing against soft skin. Lines around those thighs build from an instrument. Fingers glade against the harmony of breathless sighs.

I want to play you. Strong hands pull her into the cosmos, lightning faded stars under a moan.

But you already are. My strings are yours, they belong to you.

Silent hands move into a symphony, caressing the deeper tones and sighing with higher vibrations. waist, arms, hands, thighs, nothing is enough... circle back, start over. Use the instrument right. Use it well, sink in. She moves up and stops just inches before eyes that burn without pain.

I want to create music within your cells. And I don’t want to stop.

The universe gazes at her and swallows her oceans. Drinking her tides and filling her up with stars constructed of dark matter that does on hold back, yet waits with dangerous patience. Smoldering that feels so good.

Create me, so I can blaze without fear.

Play me on an endless loop that whispers only of you.

My muse whispers and I am hers.

This night consumes, it has no end. Illuminating fibers of measured souls hold no lies. There is no tomorrow, no morning. Just us at this moment, as soft petals color of your lips, cover my bruises and scars with care.

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