Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #20: Write a three sentence story about desire. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Scabs help hold the love in
Teeth gritted hard enough to crack concrete, I can't remember a time when my knuckles weren't painted like an oil slick, all black, blue, purple, and red with a greasy, wet sheen. Chips of alabaster skin turn savory on my tongue as I lick across the scars, old and new, on the canvas of your back, some so deep I swear there's no bottom. A shiver turns a caress to a snare around my throat, so tight it cuts like a wire, striping my neck to match the pattern across my spine, and I want to consume you even more.
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