💏 with ying n eli !! give me some sort of softness :)))
source : open : @floires / 15. passionately
this is a mistake.
it goes through his perturbed psyche in the swift of the moment -- hasty maneuvers, asinine... he does not dare to ponder of his actions beforehand, merely acts upon primal desires. desires to feel endeared and yearned for, desired and doted upon for -- the indulgence fill him to the brim so that he cannot contemplate the gravity of such conducts. inebriated on spirit, intoxicated to the core ; his nucleus is now alternated into exorbitant spirit and he is an amorphous clutter of apprehensiveness and disconsolateness, taking comfort within the ardent embrace of a loved one.
the two are broken souls who seek naught but solace to grace their dolorous hearts, and as doleful as the situation is he’s taken grand appeasement in the sensation of her lips against his own. torso to torso, their respiration ceases to fill their lungs with oxygen -- they strangulate on the sultry atmosphere mantling them with sheer lechery and heedlessness. two broken souls, who have seeked ( in the dim candlelight ) for sole mitigation upon each other’s ubiety only to find that as the room spins and as secrets unfold, they’ve drawn closer and the line between great love to randiness now blurs until they no longer see... solely feel. sense the rapacious inclinations amidst his thorax palpitating with force to be consummated otherwise, shattering the ribs and bursting through the flesh.
their tongues are in the midst of a warfare for hope and solicitude -- no air in their lungs, solely flowers bloom now. merely, a frail man who he is -- he quaffs her like a fine nectar and he’s been gasping and wheezing for time too long for a man to be arid as a desert. what an endorsed fault.
his lips crash against hers, rough, as if endeavoring to compress and havoc and reshape her golden tiers. ravenously he pushes through barriers invisible to the naked eye and the ingenuous soul and now they are no longer subsiding in the interval between them. the sounds of breaths which echo, face delicate as fine china now grasped firmly in devout palms with the fervency of this unfathomable hankering in the pit of his abdomen accumulating more and more with each moment. gripped firmly, as if to keep her from malingering -- she is now in the embrace of vehemence and that how it shall stay ; for hours ( or so, it is sensed ) he guzzles her presence in his and thorax absorbs the radiance of sunshine she is into his veins until he can no longer possess, or he shall detonate.
this is a mistake.
he’s come to the realization a few seconds too late.
never has he parted from something so gratifying, so fulfilling this instantaneously and the sensation of emptiness is all too forcible not to capitulate under -- under this spell casted upon him so that he has now become infatuated with the notion of such fervidness consuming him whole. that is when the luridness and trepidation come forth to mantle the bliss with leaden clouds and rain upon. a blizzard of disquietude washed over his famished soul so that now it is crushed under the duress of a discountenanced mind and consternation is so overwhelming that naught a thing may squelch this adversity and no medicament may remedy this sensation of contriteness washed over, flooding the psyche. ❛ i’m... i’m sorry. ❜ he utters such yet zilch confidence in these verbosities proffered by the attitude. he’s jolted back of her as if his lips touched fire ( and in a sense, may he regard, she’s set his ablaze ) and he’s burned. the quiver of his pupils, the quiver of his breath... it all amplifies the distraught state he’s compelled within and the swirl of sentiment foreboding and raw, gnawing at his innards with culpability and ignominy. the chagrin stings greater for it isn’t solely his love for her that is put at stake, but for he’s relished in each second of this... and he’s mortified.
❛ i-- i gotta go. this-- ... this was a mistake... ❜











