This moment deferred time in a way like never before; I was falling under her delicate black spell that I knew could easily slip from my adoration. It was as if I existed for the sole purpose to stand here; in this second that paused so sweetly for us.
Eyes were pitted with the blackest cast; swallowing her attractive form in its unforgiving blackness. The intensity of my awe grasped her quivering edges; a relief exposed in her own look – and for this I was compelled to provide more of this feeling; it prettied her and placed me into an elated coma of black.
Her voice; her feminine voice was so fragile – like fine silk it tore with the air’s approach inside her mouth. I pieced it together in my desperation to hear. Sewn back to perfection – I was pleased with what I heard.
/I never dreamed this dream./
My discourse wept along my impure lips; the decay melted inside of me; its burden seamlessly eluded from my bistered teeth that had allowed the route for its escape. The stream trickled and spattered like an abstract web of black as my jaw snapped back to its rightful place. I was quite ignorant to my awful state;on the contrary my affection was pleasant as she basked her body near; it was so sudden, so perfect – I did not want to compromise with the scandal that foreboded me.
My figure caped over hers, and in a careful moderation I neared her. Not with my body; my lips – my muscled neck creeped down, my awe closed to her own. The endless decomposition within heeded with a drab film of gray at the very brim of my flesh; just as I were to touch her, it bothered me. I was so eager; but my state was rather discouraging.
/Why now?/
My efforts had retreated with an excuse translated from a thought that was once pressed in the back of my mind. It was there for a reason.
V E | I S
My life is full of longing, but for what I'll never know. I've been drawn into the fire as I reap what I sow..