Fall
February 26, 2009
He takes his time with her.
Even when the moonlight settles against the swaying illusion of the dark oak trees.
His hands searching through her layers when she’s vulnerable and falling.
Keeping her his secret.
Her existence only captured between the pages of his diary.
Her wrists tied against him.
Her echoes of pleasure tumbling into the world around them.
Escaping and running like wild horses into arched fields of purples and greens.
Their obsession and lust caught in a tight web of silver and rain.
Perfectly formed.
Pictures of her body lifting and curving to life against the power of his body and strength.
His lips and hands his teachers.
Running along her.
Pushing.
Pulling.
Painting her beauty.
As he makes her cum.
Cum.
Her screams falling.
Her passion exploding.
Only for his eyes too see.
© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe
February 26, 2009 at 7:10 pm
“Her existence only captured between the pages of his diary”
fantasy or reality… very seductive, very suggestive… I really like this…
February 27, 2009 at 12:58 am
This is really good.
You’re breaking the barriers between
sex and romance
and
my inherent uncomfort with open eroticism.
March 1, 2009 at 4:35 am
“Pictures of her body lifting and curving to life against the power of his body and strength.”
Both beautiful and original in a genre that is very difficult to find both qualities.
March 2, 2009 at 4:43 am
“His hands searching through her layers when she’s vulnerable and falling.”
She must be open and vulnerable for this to amount to anything for either lover.
March 2, 2009 at 2:55 pm
It was nice to see your blog.Just Keep Writing!