Impropriety

Vaguely inspired by the song "Connect the Dots" by the Spill Canvas, as well as some pretty bouyant feelings. :)

 

 

 

 

 

His fingertips circle my lips, sliding northward

finally to find purchase amongst the ebon

waves of grain at the nape of my neck.

They curl there, tugging gently, purposely.

I exhale, but the air comes out not as a

delicious, heady sigh as I plan,

but as a hunger-clenched meek squeak of air.

I know his lips have curled into a

lusciously cruel smirk, but I don’t look to see.

I don’t need sight to know every inch of him;

I can feel him. I know him.

He flexes his fingers against my scalp,

lifting my head to descend upon me once more,

pursed honeyed lips stealing every sweet gasp

left in my chest. My fingertips entangle the fabric

of his shirt and I lift my chin, sending a thrum

through knuckled hair. It speeds me on;

I draw myself straighter, press myself closer,

as if by sheer force of will I could join us permanently,

make us whole. For when there are miles between us,

I feel incomplete. Unfinished. Imperfect.

He exhales cavalierly against my ear, and all

thought escapes me. I yank him closer, air

escaping me in an ardorous purr. He responds with a growl,

and we lock together in a devouring embrace

until there is no air left and we break apart, gasping.

He looks at me then, lips turned into a crooked smile,

eyes unfocused as if he sees more than me.

I mesh my face into the hollow of his throat,

Puzzling myself to him. I breathe in his smell, his taste,

his feel, and bask in the glow of a moment that is

marvelously infinite in its gentle simplicity.

 

Reviews

[Flow]

This one was sweet and yes it has that sensual swirl to it. It read like a story of passion, enjoyed the read~

[Lyrical Love]

Great imagery.
I liked the sexy( rhythmically slow, intenseness of urgency here and there)
flow of the write.
Nice piece (pun intended).