My tepid hands rest on his chilled back. I am aware of his ache as it gradually melts into my fingertips. It throbs against the glowing skin stretched over my bones and escapes in a burst of warmth. His body is silky; I draw endless lines far and wide, I gently tap the beat of my heart, I caress the curves of his muscle, they tighten for me. My other arm folds itself around his neck, I am aware of the swift flow of life underneath me. His voice overflows with pleasure in a long shiver. His cherry lips reach for me, they tremble for my warmth. He plants them on my velvet cheek and tickles my skin with his tongue of musk. I lean back my wide blues on his deep ochre eyes, I breathe him in as he bends forward and dusts his pale white nose over my crimson wave lips. Those ochre eyes soften as they look into me, they weep and as the drop of ice travels over his features it is heated and plummets to my lips.

By Me

(otherwise known as Eliza Morton)

Artwork: Minchi