#unstableblade

                ❛    they  ask  too  much  of  me.   ❜       childish exuberance is dulled,  the weight of the day latching on her like a parasite taking to it’s host.  fingers lock tight around her knees,  endless waves of hair cloaking her features.  by a mere glance,  she might be perceived as sheepish or pouty,  though she knows she is neither.       ❛    soon  enough  there  won’t  be  anything  left  to  give,  and  i’ll  be  left  hollow  &  barren  -  like  my  mother.    ❜

yeLLS !!!

                                    ❛                    hey, mister     ;;     ❜

           HIS  WORDS  WRAP  AROUND  HER  LIKE  A  VICE,  stomach coiled with barbwire.  It leaves behind something hollow  &  barren,  teeth clenched in the soft of her cheek hard enough to draw blood.  She doesn’t realize she’s crying until he’s telling her not to,  and then it’s hitting her tenfold.  Lithe body shakes with sobs,  chest heaving as she tries to make sense of what’s happening. 

        There’s a constant welling of tears,  teetering on the edge until she blinks,  smooth trails of wetness proving the undeniable.  Sadness dilutes,  leaving behind something hot  &  sharp bubbling in her chest.  she moans in discontent,  breath hitching in her throat as she spits a venomous i hate you, i hate you.  exhaustion finally kicks in,  head dipped forward,  eyes trained on the ground.  she’s a sight,  with her rigid limbs  &  blurred complexion,  marred with sweat  &  tears,  lashes matted together.

                                                               ❛    just go away.    ❜  

                   EVERY KISS BEGINS SLOWLY, and this one is no different. Fingers caress the mountain range of his broad shoulders as half lidded eyes ask darkest questions lips dare not form. DO YOU WANT ME?She knows his ANSWER, but she is lustfully greedy; she longs to hear those words drip from desperate lips, wants to drive him mad with the necessity of her nectar sweet kisses. Lashes flutter, gaze averts – this is all just a GAME. It’s a thrilling chase, one she will never tire of, and she’s decidedly taken the reins and DIVERTED the situation to better suit her own DESIRES.

          LIPS ARE SUBTLE as they settle only millimeters away from his as hips align like the plates of the planet beneath them; thighs straddle his lap, and every inch of her body ACHES with the want she feels, with how DESPERATELY she desires his touch. Gravity has ensnared them, vowed to never pull them a p a r t, and she’s never going to complain about the INTERTWINING of their fates. S L O W L Y she exhales, every inch of her bowing to the blessed union of their bodies, and finally, as if innocence still DWELLED within her, tender lips found his in a saccharine embrace.