London

November 24, 2008 § 2 Comments

 City lights of glitter scarlet and woven golds come to life around them.

Their feet padding across the rain piled slick en black footpaths.

Breath caught out into the midst of clear ice and chocking breezes.

Holding them.

Pushing them to see.

The smell of winter rich rain and frozen leaves.

Clinging.

Present.

Hidden.

Together as one.

Hissing and coming to life.

Hands pulling.

Mouths devouring.

Urgent in a small space at night.

Their tears when they part glisten and leave ruby streaks.

His hands open her.

Push.

Tease.

Her mouth wraps and curls.

The only sound around is the soft scraping of old dead leaves, dancing across the pavements.

Wind hitting their ears.

Moans and sighs.

Red crimson cheeks.

Bodies rubbing against the harshness of stone soaked alleys.

Corsets, knickers and suspenders fallen to the floor.

Silk piled upon satins, soaked by the rain.

Private.

Cold.

Secret.

 

 

© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

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