DEVOUR

         Not  too  many  moons  ago  the  roots  of  longing  had  been  planted  within  her  source  of  life  :  a  heavy  heart,  a  little  bent,  a  little  capricious,  a  little  tired.  These  several  late  night  visits  had   𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝   it.  Not  the  way  a  gentle  summer  breeze  pampers  soft  poppies  on  green  fields  which  one  can  only  see  in  finest  oil  paintings  (  the  city  offered  nothing  but  gloomy  streets  ),  but  the  way  cool,  fresh  sheets  gently  lull  one  into  sleep.  The  strangeness  of  finding  stability  in  a  person  who  could  disappear  in  a  blink  of  an  eye  whenever  he’d  desire  gnawed  upon  those  roots.  Sense  of  restlessness,  uneasiness  of  being  left  behind  to  dance  with  her  ghosts  held  her  by  the  throat. It  hadn’t  been  Donna’s  intention  to  ask  him  to  stay  —  no  bird  was  meant  to  be  caged,  no  shadow  to  be  banished  before  morning  dusk.  However,  a  power  larger  than  life  had  made  her   𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥   a  silent  wish.  For  too  many  times  she  had  been  left  wondering  if  he  was  even  real.

          It  was  safe  to  assume  this  very  same  rush  of  emotion  encouraged  her  to  approach  the  mysterious  being.  How  could  she  know  when  it’d  be  the  very  last  time  he’d  disappear  on  those  dreary  streets  ?  Fingertips  reached  for  the  piece  of  fabric  covering  half  of  his  facial  features.  Melancholy  gaze  drowned  in  the  familiar  sight  of  tired  eyes,  as  though  seeking  for  even  the   𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭   sign  of  approval  :  with  gentleness  she  pulled  his  mask  down.  While  it  was  true  she  had  indeed  feared  Garrett  was  no  real  human  being  after  all,  those  uncertainties  retreated  in  silence  as  she  felt  warmth  underneath  her  thumb,  tracing  it  along  his  jawline.    ❝  …  ᵐⁱᵃ…  ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᵃ  ᵒᵐᵇʳᵃ*…  ❞    Despite  the  growing  tension,  it  managed  to  catch  her  off  guard  as  this  little  distance  between  the  two  closed,  a  moment  of  vulnerability  sealed  with  the   𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫   heat  of  a  first  kiss.  It  tasted  of  what  she’d  been  experiencing  for  months.  Longing.

          The  sides  of  their  noses  touched,  eyes  remained  closed.  Could  it  truly  be  that  he  valued  her  so  ?  A  shaky  breath  was  drawn,  tinted  lips  merely  brushing  the  corner  of  his.  No  mightiest  storms  had  managed  to  claim  his  life,  his  skills  of  survival  were   𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝   —  yet  Donna  thought  there  was  something  much  more  valuable  than  any  treasure  upon  this  earth  that  she  could  offer.    ❝  ᵈᵒ  ʸᵒᵘ…  ᵏⁿᵒʷ  ʷʰᵉʳᵉ  ʰᵒᵐᵉ  ⁱˢ…  ᵍᵃʳʳᵉᵗᵗ?  ❞    Her  hand  searched  for  his,  fingers  trembling  in  foreign  neediness,  eventually  pressing  his  palm  against  her  chest.    ❝  ⁱᵗ  ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ…  ᵇᵉ  ʰᵉʳᵉ.  ˢᵗᵃʸ…  ᵉᵛᵉⁿ  ⁱᶠ  ⁱᵗ  ʷᵃˢ  ʲᵘˢᵗ  ᵗʰⁱˢ  ᵒⁿᶜᵉ.  ❞    Although  her  words  could  be  easily  mistaken  for  pleading,  there  was  no  ounce  of  selfishness  to  her  husky  voice.

            COULD    A    PHANTOM    FEEL    AN    EMOTION    SUCH    AS    LOVE    ?    was    this    love    ?    or    was    the    the    need    to    possess    yet    another    treasure    to    keep    close    and    protect    ?    no    .    .    .    his    collection    was    for    his    own    personal    show    ;    to    be    displayed    for    his    eyes    ----    stolen    from    their    previous    owners    to    now    belong    to    him    .    she    was    no    object    for    him    to    collect    .    yes    she    was    a    treasure    ---    a    gem    as    dazzling    as    the    brightest    harvest    moon    ,    pale    and    serene    .    skin    like    pearl    ,    eyes    like    onyx    and    a    smile    like    diamonds    .    her    touch    was    like    the    softest    of    fine    fabrics    .    her    voice    like    the    soft    chime    of    church    bells    .    she    was    a    siren    in    his    waters    -----    and    he    was    teetering    upon    the    edge    of    the    waves    .

            ❝    i    am    a    ghost    ,    donna    .    .    .    i    have    no    home    .    .    .    ❞    he    spoke    her    name    in    a    breath    ,    low    in    her    ear    .    he    pauses    though    ,    his    eyes    locked    on    hers    and    his    breath    caught    ever    so    slightly    in    his    throat    ----    he    could    drown    in    those    eyes    .    he    could    happily    drown    ,    swallowed    by    the    darkness    of    her    irises    .    ❝    but    ,    ❞    the    words    came    out    slowly    when    delicate    fingers    found    his    hand    and    his    rough    flesh    was    pressed    to    the    softness    of    cheek    ,    ❝    i    could    haunt    your    halls    if    for    but    one    night    if    you    were    to    summon    me    in    .    .    .    ❞

Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain

feel free to change any pronouns that need to be changed.     these sentences have been taken from various books   /   movies   /   websites to   ,   so i will not take full credit of it.

  ❛   i believe in long , slow , deep , soft , wet kisses that last three days.   ❜   

  ❛   you must forgive my lips… they find pleasure in the most unusual places.   ❜  

  ❛   you’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favour.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜  

  ❛   take me to bed or lose me forever.   ❜  

  ❛   i don’t bite, you know… unless it’s called for.   ❜  

  ❛   you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how.   ❜  

  ❛   your pants , they bother me. take them off !   ❜  

  ❛   how would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you , all of you. i want to feel you inside me , deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum , hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.   ❜  

  ❛   WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now , right here. hard , fast. pin me down , kiss me hard , look me in the eyes and fuck me like you’ve never fucked someone before.   ❜  

  ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i swear to god i won’t stop until you’re shaking.   ❜  

  ❛   tease me until i’m begging for it.   ❜  

  ❛   i wanna do bad things to you.   ❜  

  ❛   go ahead. touch it.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you inside me.   ❜  

  ❛   spank me. it’s the only way i learn.   ❜  

  ❛   push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me.   ❜  

  ❛   i love the way you fuck me.   ❜  

  ❛   i want to taste me on your fingers.   ❜  

  ❛   fuck  me on this floor right now, _____.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ?    ❜  

  ❛   your lips are like wine and i want to get drunk.   ❜  

  ❛   excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.   ❜  

  ❛   now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you to strap me down , fuck me hard and show me who’s in charge.   ❜  

  ❛   i won’t say it twice. strip down and get on your knees. right now !   ❜  

  ❛   feel my hand tighten around your throat as my cock slips inside you.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you in my bed and between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i’m not going to deny that i want to fuck you.   ❜  

  ❛   i’ll fuck you so good , for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin , my cock deep in your pussy.   ❜  

  ❛   now will you please sit on my face already ?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.   ❜  

  ❛   did you touch yourself ?   ❜  

  ❛   i never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.   ❜  

  ❛   don’t you dare touch yourself today. i want your orgasm and i plan on getting it later.   ❜  

  ❛   i’d like to lick your pussy / cock. i’d like to hear you scream my name.   ❜