Nineteen ~ Donatien Alphonse François

Marquis de Sade

"Calligraphy

My fingers write the calligraphy of my desire on the small of your back as I close my eyes and inhale your fragrance. I long to experience your very essence as I read every curve of your skin in the same way the sightless perceive braille; each subtle change in texture, be it a beauty mark or a scar, is simply another verb in the unwritten poetry of your absolute perfection.

The shivers of your skin, the soft sigh escaping your lips, the sensuous sight of you arching your back to get closer to my teasing hands only to writhe beneath them, temporarily escaping the sweet torture you love to return to. Your natural response, each tensing and relaxing of your muscles, the swaying of your hips, the red flush of your skin as your heart beats faster as I hear -feel- your breath quicken, I drink it in, all of you. Content in bliss as I let my fingertips dance lightly over the expanse of your back, tracing shapes that hold no meaning to anyone but us. Yet to us this calligraphy speaks of passionate love and undying lust, for these symbols tell the story of the fire that slowly consumes us both as we burst into the brightest of flames that illuminate the deepest shadows of our hearts, for this love is a wildfire with which we long to burn forever."  

~ Donatien Alphonse François