what do YOU want to do, he asked
no dearest, it's up to you. he could hear the smile in her voice
well i want to do whatever you want to do. she twists the sheets around herself and thinks.
well
i wouldn't mind
wrapping myself around you
breathing you in
skin to skin as if
there are no boundaries between us
the flutter of eyelashes
against soft lips
my ribs creaking opening
and the idea of a soul
pressing against the idea of yours
veins joining at the most opportune places
the feeling of finally being whole
you and me and me and you
teeth against neck against hands against thighs
to give you whatever it is that you want -
but no, dearest, he protests
i want to do what /you/ want to do.
Author notes
no one makes me feel more.
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Comments
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my ribs creaking opening
maybe remove the suffix on open?
Nicely done for the most part. Best wishes.
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damn.
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well fuck.
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'creaking opening'
hm just wonder could that be reworded? or just leave one? eh just a suggestion
either way.. i can totally relate and i love how i felt when i read this, its truely blissful to get caught up in this kind of moment
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