Chapter 12: Serenade
Warm winds breathing,playing along My back
Form warm against soaked,heated rocks
Knuckles contently gripping the stone with failing care
I hear only her brittle notes of allure
Smitten by tales of bitter triumph
Bitten by comforts arousal of rest
Her pale circumference splitting the ripples around her frame.the pink in her reflection had almost convinced me of possible humanity
Gentle,hot sigh of the gods throughout the night rich deep sky exciting me. These hums of air roast the supple flesh above her damp heartbeat
Her guard slowly fallen
Her gaze faintly melancholy
Yet had splinters of hope
Our miniscule moments shared,all tender yet tinged by her chill
Maybe she will understand,with the acceptance on her lips
Perhaps I am unwise
But she tastes of sweet,loving unknown
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